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the room. Standing up fast, I adjust my cock in my pants and make a quick exit. 
    I walk into the kitchen to order pizza and make a quick call to my VP to catch up. A few minutes later I walk back in to see her rubbing her belly.
    "Is it safe to take them away now?"
    She smiles and nods.
    "Can you fit pizza in there or do you need to make room first?"
    "Oh shush, you just called so it'll be a good forty minutes before they get here, right?"
    Shaking my head, I return the buckets to the fridge. I take off my shirt and shoes. Before I know it, the doorbell rings and I grab my wallet for some cash. When I get back to the bedroom I see her with one leg on the ground, trying to get up. "Don't you dare fucking move, get that leg back into bed."
    "Gimme my pizza and I will."
    "That easy, huh?"
    "Don't be a dick. Hand over the pizza and let me eat."
    I flip on the fifty-six-inch wall-mounted television and see that a documentary about World War II has just started. I’m not sure if she’ll enjoy it but when I’m alone I like to watch those things so I leave it on and turn the volume down. Lynn grabs the remote, gives me an angry look, and cranks the volume up. I can’t help but laugh. She seems to like documentaries too and the similarities keep adding up. We both eat in silence as we sit back and watch the show.
    Pretty soon, there’s only one slice left. We both keep an eye on each other, while we finish the one we’re eating. Who’s gonna be fast enough to grab that last piece. It’s a silent competition and whoever takes it wins. Wins what? Who knows, but with what Zack said, I have to own that last slice. Even if I’m not hungry, I’ll swallow that sucker whole. Forcing down a huge chunk, I grab the last piece.
    “Don’t you fucking dare!”
    My lip curls into a smile as I bring the slice to my mouth slowly.
    Her eyebrows scrunch together in annoyance. “You owe me, dick!”
    “I don’t owe you anything, Hotlips.”
    Right before I try to take a bite she says, “By the way, Lepack says game on. If you think you can keep digging into their business, they will fight back. Game. Fucking. On. Now hand me that slice."
    My face falls and all I can do is hand over the slice of pizza. Well, fuck me. She gives the brightest of smiles as if she’d just won the fucking lottery. That motherfucker. Lepack is in for a fucking surprise if he thinks we’ll back off. 
    My eyes are still on Lynn. She’s one hell of a tough woman who could deal with anything you throw at her. Zack’s right. If she had a dick, she’d be wearing a cut with the president patch on it. She’d be the head of Areion Fury instead of Zack.
    She’s fucking perfect and she’s all mine. I need to get my property-of-patch inked on her skin as soon as possible. I need to keep her locked in here since rules of the club state I’ve only got three weeks between verbally claiming and patch in as an ol’lady.
    Fucking bull shit ridiculous timeframe. That doesn’t give me much time to get this hard-headed woman to ink her skin with my name. Not even mentioning the fact that my brothers are gonna test her these upcoming three weeks. Until she gets her ink, her loyalty will be questioned.
    Well, for the next three days, I have her in bed. I need to talk her through the shit that my brothers might come up with to test her loyalty. So she’s at least a bit on her toes for when a brother ties to trick or confront her. Or hell, one might even try to see if she’d put her balls on the line for the club. Moaning draws me out of my mind rant.
    “That was sooooo freaking good. Me and my belly need a nap now. Could you leave so I can shower and sleep?”
    “And leave my own bed?” I let out a low laugh. “Not happening, Hotlips. Besides, my dick has seen the inside of your cunt. No need to be all shy now. We’re sleeping in this bed. Together. Now listen up, I’m gonna carry you into the shower. You’ll clean up and after that I’ll carry you back. No