CorbinI had to admit it: the temptation to follow Princess up into the bunk room was pretty f*****g hard to ignore. As I watched her pretty little ass sway up those stairs, I came this close to leaping up after her—f**k Montengo and this sinking ship of a motorcycle club.
But I knew better than that. I was better than that.
So I took a deep breath, bit the bullet, and turned back towards the meeting hall, where Montengo was raging up a storm.
“I want her back!” he thundered, punching his fist so hard against the wooden table that it splintered. “Now!”
“Now, President Montengo,” Smitty murmured soothingly, as if he was talking to a toddler. “Those were Minghelli’s men. Tom Minghelli’s! I recognized them. We can’t just go charging in there without some proper planning and resources—”
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