Page 53 of Deadly Secrets

“Not since high school,” she responds as she peers in the closet.

“You could start again.” I twist the chain on my wrist beside the leather strap.

“It was a pipe dream, Rhett,” she says looking out the window. “From a young and naïve girl who didn’t know a lick of what the world was really like.”

“Pretty girl, I’m here to make all your dreams come true.” I come up behind her and circle my arms around her stomach.

“You make it sound so easy,” she trails off.

“It is now that you found me,” I tell her. “Make a list of the supplies you need and I’ll order everything for you. We also need a list of groceries for us to pick up tomorrow at the store.” My phone buzzes in my pocket, letting me know that church is about to start and I need to get my ass there. “I’ve got to go take a meeting but I’ll be back soon. Call or text me if something comes up. Let me show you something before I go.” I take her hand, guiding her to the kitchen.

When we built these homes, we made sure to put in panic buttons in all the main rooms of the houses. About a foot right above the light switch is a red button.

“If you see anything strange on the property you hit this button,” I tell her.

“Strange?”

“Men that aren’t from our club,” I say. “The only time one of the brothers should be here is if we invite them or if one of our neighbors on this street comes over. I’ll bring Blaze and Allison by tomorrow so that you can meet them but you already met everyone else.”

“Are we in danger?”

Her tone gives me pause for a brief second when I realize that I’ve been so used to worrying only about myself since joining Dead Road MC. If something were to happen to me, no one would cry over my grave when they put me in the ground. The club has become family and we watch out for each other, but Remi hasn’t had that for over a decade.

“Every man wearing this cut would lay their life down for you and Ryder,” I say truthfully. “There are some things that we are involved in that aren’t on the lawful side but it won’t touch you or him while you’re behind these walls.”

“What does that mean, Rhett?”

“It means that you need to trust me to take the lead for a while.” I cup her cheek. “I’ll tell you more when I can. Just know that if something doesn’t feel right to you and I’m not here, press this button or the ones in our bedroom, garage, backdoor, or living room.”

My phone buzzes again and I know that my time is up.

“I’ll be back soon. Let the prospects do all the heavy lifting,” I say and open the garage door to call out to the three men. “Put all this stuff where my Ol’ Lady says. And don’t track in any dirt with your boots.” I turn back to Remi and give her a small smile that not many people ever see. “I’ll be back soon, pretty girl.”

Bending down I plant my lips on hers, stealing her breath and propping her up against the wall. My dick thickens the moment our lips connect and I know she can feel it too with the moan that escapes her throat. I pull away as she gasps for air and take a step back, leaving her panting.

“Rhett!” she scolds when she realizes we have an audience watching us.

I give her my infamous wink that she once told me in high school made her knees weak.

“Later, babe.”

Hopping on my bike, I watch as Remi tries to calm down her flush and talk to the prospects about where the boxes are going. This woman has no idea that her life is about to change for the better.

Pulling up to the clubhouse I walk in and towards the large room we hold church in. It looks as though I’m the last to enter as I toss my phone in the box next to Hawk for him to seal up in a special box, in case any of them are bugged. I take my seat next to Prez and across from Havoc as Stone bangs the gavel and I focus on our president.

“All right let’s get some things out of the way before we get to a new development,” Stone starts. “We moved a shit ton of product at the rally and have standing orders ready to be dropped off and picked up at the new warehouses in a few weeks. Our profit from those transactions, after the club gets its stake, is around sixty grand to each brother. I shouldn’t have to remind you each and every time but I will. Do not go and make several outrageous purchases at once. I have enlisted the help of our friend, Bishop, in Las Vegas to guide the ones who want to make those types of purchases. See me later for his number.”

“He’s talking about you Bear,” Brass speaks up. “Try putting some of it in a rainy-day fund instead between the ass cheeks of the workers at The Velvet Palace.”

We all get a good laugh as Bear looks offended.

“Strippers need money too, I’m just helping the economy out,” Bear defends.

“The problem is that you’re supposed to be managing the place, not becoming our biggest customer,” Havoc comments.

“Fuck you, Havoc,” Bear says, giving our VP the middle finger.

“All right, settle down.” Stone gains back everyone’s attention. “The last thing before we adjourn is that there has been some movement from our Colombian friend down south.”