Chapter 19 Morning After
Valentina’s POV
I wake with sunlight sliding across my bare skin, muscles aching in ways that make me smile and wince at the same time. Rolling onto my back, I stare at the ceiling, mind racing to piece together last night. A slow, wicked grin spreads over my lips. I just had a threesome-with my man’s blessing, his idea, his hands all over me. This is nothing like the bullshit Sterling tried to sell. With Sterling, everything was a performance for him, something to feed his own ego. But Killian-he wanted it for us.
For me.
The memory makes me shiver, both elated and a little stunned. I blow out a breath, running a hand through my hair. There’s soreness between my thighs, a delicious reminder. Killian is a big man- always leaves me wrecked-but Raptor… Christ, that man is built like a myth, and his cock is pierced in ways I’d never even imagined. Ten steel barbells, thick and heavy. Ten. I actually took every last inch down my throat, and the pride that flares in me is wild and hot.
like Ten. nough
I roll out of bed and tug on a pair of tiny acid-washed cutoffs, frayed just enough that my ass peeks out from beneath the denim. No bra, just a thin pink tank clinging to me, and white flip-flops. Killian would love this look. I run my tongue over my lips, feeling a flicker of satisfaction. Time to find Giuliana.
The clubhouse feels strangely still. The common room is empty, sunlight pooling over leather and wood. I wander into the kitchen-only to stumble right back out, eyes wide and voice cracking into a scream. Holy fucking hell. Slate’s got my sister on her knees, her lips stretched wide around his cock, hands gripping his hips. I clap a hand over my mouth and spin away, heart hammering. The deep, ragged roar from Slate as he finishes vibrates through the hallway. Not a scene I need burned into my
brain.
I give it five minutes, counting slow and steady, before peeking back in. The kitchen smells like toast and melted cheese, and Giuliana stands at the stove, hair tousled, humming as she flips a grilled
cheese.
I flop into a chair, trying to shake off the image. “Make one for me, slut,” I tease, voice light.
Giuliana flashes me a grin. “Slut? Pretty sure I wasn’t the one getting spit-roasted last night.”
I snort. “You know about that?”
She arches a brow, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Raptor strutted out naked, swinging. Only three people went into that hallway-you, Killian, and Raptor. So yeah, Slate and I saw-and heard-every moan and gasp.”
“Shit,” I groan, burying my face in my hands. “Did the whole clubhouse know what we were doing?”
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She laughs, sliding a plate and a cold bottle of water my way. “No, everyone scattered after church. You guys had the place to yourselves. Count yourself lucky.”
I take a bite, licking butter from my fingers. “So. What’s the plan for the Ravagers?”
Giuliana leans her hip against the counter, eyes sharpening. “Remember when Papa gave us the contract for the Ciriani twins? We got them alone at a bachelor party, took them both out before anyone realized what happened.”
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I nod, the memory sharp. “He couldn’t get close, so he handed it off to us. Why?”
“I’m thinking we go undercover again-strippers, maybe. Get the top three in a private room, take them out, and keep working down the list.”
I study her, seeing the old fire in her eyes. “Why do you want to take out the whole chapter? The job’s just the top three.”
She shrugs, steel in her voice. “Because if we don’t finish it, they’ll just replace them-keep selling girls, keep getting away with it.”
She’s right. I chew my sandwich, turning the plan over in my mind. “That’s a lot for two people. Papa can’t help. He’s supposed to stay hidden. I was surprised you texted him for the demo.”
She shrugs, playing it cool. “I knew he could deliver. Besides, he’s still deep in the wind. And I’ve got another ace up my sleeve.” She lowers her voice, eyes glinting. “I have twenty doses of ketamine-
Ithem
someday.”
don’t ask where they came from. Figured I’d ticking bikers with tranquilizers?”
start
My brows shoot up. “You’re planning to just take a couple at a time into a back room, knock them
She grins, sharp as glass. “Not all at
nce. We’ll f
out, finish them, stash the bodies. No one will notice two sluts pulling a few guys away for fun. Then we pick off the rest. Hide the bodies well, keep moving. It’s risky, but it’ll work.”
I let the idea settle. “You ready to get that close to them? Should we warn Killian and Slate?”
Giuliana scoffs. “If we do, they’ll try to lock us up or worse. Slate’s a beast with everyone but me. He wouldn’t understand. And honestly, I’d rather not see that look on his face if he thinks I’m letting another man touch me, even for a job.”
I laugh so hard I nearly choke. “Yeah, he didn’t look like a softy when you were choking on him earlier.”
She tosses a dish towel at me, smirking. “Sorry you had to see that. We thought we were alone. Killian
told us he was heading out.”
I frown, thinking back. “He left? I figured he was still here somewhere.”
She shrugs. “We’ve got the place to ourselves-except the prospects at the gate.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Blaise just leaves us here with the run of the place? Isn’t there shit in his office he doesn’t want anyone near?”
“Valentina, they trust us.” Giuliana’s voice is low, confident. “I’ve been around for two years, you’re Killian’s woman, and I belong to Slate. We’re not stupid-we both want to live. Besides, you know there are cameras everywhere. Church is the only blind spot.”,
I nod, relief settling into my bones. “Good points. Honestly, it feels good. We’re not just outsiders anymore. We’re family now.”
Giuliana’s lips twitch into a rare, soft smile. “It’s always been just the three of us. I forgot what being part of something bigger could feel like.”
A warmth glows inside me. “Me too. Hey-what if we brought Papa in? He’d look ridiculous as a biker, but I bet he’d pull it off.”
She snorts, and then full-on laughter shakes her. I can’t help grinning at the image: Papa in his tailored
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suit, hair slicked back, designer shoes, but rocking a battered leather cut and club patch. He’s never worn anything but a suit, and suddenly I’m laughing too, the sound echoing through the empty kitchen.
“I’m going to ask Killian if he can get his hands on some rohypnol. We could slip it to the Ravagers, pass them off as mollies, and take them down easier when the time comes.”
I snap my fingers, excited. “That’s genius! When do you want to do this?”
“We need to find out when the next Ravagers’ party is. We’ll have to scout, maybe hit up a couple of their events, see how things run before we strike.”
A doubt edges my voice. “You really think Killian and Slate will let us go undercover like that?”
Giuliana just lifts a brow, mischief in her eyes. “What they don’t know won’t kill them.” But I hear the same nerves in her voice, the hitch at the end. We’re in this together, no matter the risk.
“We need to plan our nights, make sure I can take time off. I actually have a little rohypnol stashed already. If we show up as hangers-on, we can pass them off as party favors. Easy.”
I lean closer, thinking. “Maybe we can meet some of their Old Ladies. You know, like ours here-they have their girl days and brunches and all that. Maybe if we get close to a few, we could score an invite, blend in more.”
Giuliana’s eyes shine, her smile fierce. “Yes! That’s perfect. We’ll be invisible, just a couple of fun girls hanging with the Old Ladies. Nobody suspects a thing.”
“Okay, recon starts tonight. God, this grilled cheese is amazing.”
She laughs, nudging my arm. “Three cheeses, secret blend. Only the best for you, little sister.”
I look at her, heart full. There’s a kind of magic in moments like this-us together, plotting, dreaming, teasing. We’re not just sisters. We’re survivors, bonded by pain and loyalty, closer than blood.
“I love you, Sniper.”
She smiles, all the shadows chased from her face for a moment. “I love you too, Vandal.”
