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things that were against the law, like running drugs, hookers, and stolen goods. She not only understood it, but thrived in this world.
     
    Tonight was different though. Very different. Three nights ago she told Liam to kill a man. And without question or hesitation, Liam got on his bike and rode across the border. After two days of hunting, Liam found his prey, and now he has killed him. Ramirez was dead. It actually happened. And she was the one who made it happen. 
     
    It had to happen. Ramirez, for whatever insane reason he had, was trying to destroy her club, the only family she had left. And in that club was the man she loved. So, Ramirez had to be dealt with.
     
    Manny told her that Ramirez had him by the balls. That there was no way out. Lizzie snorted—there was always a way out. She just proved that, but Manny really sounded as if he was in despair on the phone. She would deal with him later. With the ambush, she couldn't just let it slide. But she would be fair. Solid, but fair.
     
    Running her hand across the smooth surface of the desk, she thought about her Uncle Jim. She was certain he would have taken the same measures as she had. He probably would not have enjoyed it either, but he would have done what was necessary.
     
    Ramirez was only an enforcer. He would be replaced before his body was cold. Since Liam was not discovered, the cartel had no way of knowing she was behind his death. The drug drops will continue to arrive. The club will go on. She will go on.
     
    She sat at the desk and waited. She was going to stay here until Liam was back and safe. Then she was going to ride with him, on her own bike, to his house. After that, they would see what happened.
     
    ***
     
    Liam opened the front door of his house and invited Lizzie inside. She felt nervous and suddenly a few years younger, eighteen perhaps. Her crush on Liam was back and it retained all of its former potency.
     
    When Liam came through her office door, she couldn't restrain herself from running to him and jumping into his arms. She was so happy he was safe. The thought that he might be harmed by her sending him after Ramirez was excruciating. She wasn't in his embrace for long before they were kissing. When they parted, however, she told him, "Not here."
     
    He nodded. He even seemed to approve.
     
    The office was where she was president of the club. Where he was her second, and where her word was law. She didn't want to be his president right now; she wanted to be his lover.
     
    Inside his house, she shivered slightly with anticipation. Turning to him, she noticed a look of nervousness in his eyes. "You alright?" she teased.
     
    "I could do with a shot... of heroin." He smiled.
     
    "How about sex with me instead?" She grinned.
     
    "That will work too," he agreed and took her into his arms.
     
    Once she began to take off his jacket, they both removed their clothing as fast as they could, eager to see and feel the other and driven by years of mutual lust. He was wrong, she decided. This was never going to be a one-time thing with him. Her lovers had always been temporary because they were never Liam. She only prayed that he wasn't lying to her, and that she was different for him as well. Lizzie didn't feel that he was lying, not to her, but it was still possible he was lying to himself.
     
    "We should take a shower," she suggested. "Get to know each other a little?"
     
    He took her hand without comment and pulled her into the bathroom. She enjoyed watching his muscular ass as he pulled her inside, and then let her go to get the shower started. Once inside the steam and streams they washed each other with great care. He spent a long time with her breasts, which felt wonderful, being soaped and rubbed by his large hands.  She spent a good amount of time with his ass and cock. His cock was so hard by the time they were done, it didn't seem possible that it would ever be soft again.
     
    In the bed, only partially dried off because