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“You’re fed.Time for another round.Time to replace the bad memories with better ones.”

He scooped her up in his arms, causing her to yelp with delight.Once they reached the bedroom, he dropped her onto the bed and pounced, covering her body and ravaging her mouth.Charli squirmed beneath him, loving the feel of his body atop hers.She wrapped a leg around his legs while spearing her fingers into his hair tugging on the strands.

Roark hissed, growled, and kissed her harder.Then proceeded to make sweet love to her before they fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Seven

Roark

“What’s up, Darnell?”Roark’s phone was pressed to his ear as he strode toward the clubhouse near noon.Nitro, one of the Club’s dogs, a pit-mix, happily greeted him, and Roark gave him a good scratch on the head before entering the building.

“Took another hit last night.”

“Fuck.What’s the damage?”He stormed through the door, holding up his hand when Motley tried to speak with him.

“Excavator’s been disabled on the job site.Bucket cylinder smashed and the engine compartment destroyed.”

“You getting another excavator out to the site?”

“Tomorrow.Wasn’t supposed to work that site today but got a call about the wrecked equipment from Keys.Won’t move anything out to the site tonight and chance it getting fucked with.The damaged piece is being loaded on the lowboy and hauled back to the yard for assessment right now.Looks like a whole new engine will be needed if you want to salvage it.It’s an older model, so, might be worthwhile to invest in a brand new or newer model.”

“Thanks, Darnell.Keep me updated.”

“Will do, Sarg.”

Roark disconnected the call and faced his Prez, giving him the rundown of the situation.Griff’s face hardened while Motley cussed.

“That’s the third strike within two months,” Roark said.“And that’s not counting the concerns at the range.We have no clue as to who the fuck is targeting us or why.”

“You hear of any others taking hits of any kind?”Griff asked.

“Nothing of this magnitude in the Magic Valley to my knowledge,” Roark said.“Petty shit like shoplifting and graffiti, but no damage to property.”

The Magic Valley consisted of Twin Falls, the largest city in the region, along with surrounding areas that included eight counties.

“Feels personal,” Motley chimed in.“Why us and why now?”