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  In contrast, she couldn’t have been more different. A fraud. She’d been sheltered from a young age, made worse when she’d gotten sick and lost her hearing. She was tall, reed thin and weak. The complete opposite of Chloe, of these men, of their lifestyle. But she had lots of kinky ideas she’d love to play out. If she dealt her cards right, she may just have found two men to help her live out the fantasies she’d gathered from her beloved books.

  Boone didn’t stop at the waiting room. Gabby met them, and they left the hospital together, walking out in the cool evening air. A row of motorcycles sat lined up in the parking lot, and a few bikers in leather and chains stood around smoking. They greeted Boone and Gabby, trained curious eyes on her.

  She read each of their lips.

  “Who’s the chick?”

  “How’s Chloe?”

  She didn’t know what Boone and Gabby said, because she didn’t look at them, but their responses must have been brief since they didn’t stop. Boone guided her over to a motorcycle.

  Gabby got on before he signed, “Climb on.”

  She eyed him dubiously. “Behind you?”

  Gabby nodded. “Trust us, Kaiya.”

  She took a deep breath and decided now was as good of a time as any to let loose. She wanted to find out if the vibration of a motorcycle between her legs would really stimulate her clit like she’d read.

  With Boone’s help, she learned how to mount the bike and where to put her feet. He handed her a helmet, which slipped too far over her forehead to be comfortable, but at least she had some protection. A few seconds later, the big machine rumbled to life between her thighs. Good God! It was a gigantic vibrator. The reverberations echoed up through her sex and she rolled her hips forward a little to press her clit firmly against the seat. She wrapped her arms around Gabby’s waist, and he looked over his shoulder to smirk at her as if he knew what she’d done. Kaiya didn’t care. As they sped through the parking lot with a thunderous roar, Kaiya couldn’t help but gasp with sheer pleasure.

  Her expensive pantsuit did nothing to fend off the cool night wind, but she’d be damned if she’d complain. The ride exhilarated her, her heart thumping with excitement and her blood pumping with endorphins. The air rushing by was a freedom all in itself. She was terrified and thrilled all at the same time, like jumping out of a plane without a parachute. Only she knew she was safe. Gabby was with her and Boone rode next to them. Not caring who heard her twisted version of a voice, she laughed.

  They flew past the interstate and headed toward farmland. The rows of corn zoomed by so fast that they looked like rippling water. Then all too quickly, the ride ended, and Kaiya got her first glimpse of her new home. At first, she thought she was right back in prison again. High concrete walls surrounded the place. Turrets held men who surveyed the perimeters. But once they entered, the warm lights of the house beckoned them closer, although the bullet holes in the wood had her wondering about safety. Men smiled and waved. A campfire with men sitting around drinking beer looked inviting.

  Gabby drove the bike into a garage and shut down the thrilling stimulation, much to her disappointment. He helped her off the motorcycle. She wobbled due to quivering knees and unsteady legs. The bike ride had done more to her body than just exciting her. He hauled her in close to his body, keeping her from falling. The overhead light bulb gave off a muted, sickly glow, but it was enough to see the desire in Gabby’s honey-colored eyes. An answering need throbbed through her pussy, shocking her. She’d only had sex with two men in the past, men who had worked for her grandfather, and neither one of them had ever made her juices run like she’d read in the romance books. The chemistry between her, Gabby and Boone, however, made her think she was finally going to know how fulfilling sex could be. Before she could blink, Gabby covered her lips with his. Her thoughts scattered to the wind when he ran his tongue across the seam and she parted her mouth. He plundered her depths, and she moaned at the fire that licked through her. His grip on her hips tightened and he bent her back slightly as he rubbed his hard cock against the spot that still tingled from the motorcycle ride. She gripped his shoulders, needing something to hold onto. Thick cords of muscles bulged under her hands. He was big and solid and so damn hot he made her burn. When he broke the kiss to trail small kisses across her cheek, she drew in great gulps of air. Oh, yes. This was it. This excitement was what she’d been searching for.

  Slowly, he pulled back and took her hand. She had to bite back a groan of frustration since she wanted more, but apparently, he had other ideas. He led her from the garage toward the house and Boone waited for them at the door. The smirk on his face told her he’d seen the kiss. She probably should have been embarrassed, but she wasn’t. That kiss had been the equivalent of a nuclear bomb blowing her dormant life apart, and she resolved to experience it again.

  Soon.

  * * * *

  Gabby adjusted his dick in his now too-tight jeans. He caught Boone’s knowing look but ignored his friend as he marched into the clubhouse. Men and club whores filled the den, getting it on. Heavy metal music blared from speakers, the thumping a bit too loud to be comfortable. He grimaced. He couldn’t hear in one ear because of trauma, and he didn’t relish losing the other side because of acoustics. He stepped up to the bar and gestured for a beer. The prospect behind the counter handed him a cold bottle. Kaiya stepped forward from the shadowy doorway, and one by one, the men stopped what they were doing to study her. He had to admit her silk clothes and doll-like features looked out of place among the leather and chains that were the normal attire. She smiled at everyone as if she personally knew each of them, and damn if his dick didn’t get harder at how beautiful she was. Boone stood behind her, his hand in the small of her back, his protective stance marking his territory. Gabby felt something dark twist inside him. They’d just met and already there was an easy vibe between her and Boone that Gabby knew he’d never feel. He wasn’t a soft or kind man, which was what Kaiya deserved. Hell, he’d known her for five seconds and could already tell she was a lady with a capital L. The silk covering her body was a neon sign blasting her refinery. He shouldn’t have kissed her. Christ, one taste and he wanted more. He turned away from the sight of Boone and Kaiya standing close, drained his beer and gestured for another.

  A small hand slid over his shoulder, and his libido went into overdrive. No club pussy had ever caused such a fire in his body. Gabby turned. Kaiya stood next to him, head cocked with a tiny smile gracing her lips. His heart thumped heavily at her nearness. He may not be the right man for her, but damned if he cared about doing the right thing.

  “Will you and Boone show me around?” she signed.

  He glanced at Boone before looking at the men who stared at them as if they were some type of interesting telenovela. Fucking Burrito got most of the men hooked on his favorite show, even though no one else spoke Spanish. Well, guess his secret was about to be revealed. He sighed.

  “Sure,” he signed back. The more he practiced with her, the more he remembered. “I suppose you’ll be staying here while Chloe is in the hospital?”

  She nodded. “Yes, if that’s okay with the club.”

  He thought he heard someone say something, but the music drowned out the words. He glared at the speaker, and suddenly the sound died, leaving a roaring of silence in his one good ear. He frowned at Boone.

  “You know sign language, Gabby?” Hook asked.

  Gabby turned his head so his good ear could hear anything else asked. As soon as he figured out Kaiya would be at the club, he knew the questions would be coming. He nodded.

  “He’s deaf in one ear,” Boone replied.

  He shot his friend a dark look.

  Boone ignored him. “So let’s try to keep the acoustics at non-lethal decibels.”

  Kaiya touched his arm again, and when he looked at her, she signed, “Introduce me?”

  Christ!

  He rose and pointed to the first man he saw.

  “Hook,” he said in si
gn.

  The man waved. On the back of his hand shone a gleaming silver hook tattoo, extending from his cuff and touching his knuckles, which explained how he’d gotten his nickname.

  Gabby added, “He has a thing for Peter Pan.”

  Kaiya smiled widely at Hook.

  “What did you tell her about me?” Hook demanded.

  Gabby ignored him and went down the line. Sioux, Burrito, Marcus. With each name, she smiled at the man and held out her hand to shake. Truth be known, he didn’t like her touching other men and clenched his fists in an effort not to grab her and haul her away from them. Shit, he’d just met her and now he was thinking like a damn caveman.

  “Kaiya is our new accountant,” Boone announced.

  “And new pussy?” Marcus asked.

  Boone shook his head. “She’s Chloe’s cousin and a part of this club, so that makes her off limits. Hear me?”

  “You claiming her?” Sioux asked. He ran an insolent eye up and down her body. Gabby tensed and took a step closer to Kaiya, making sure the man lost his interest right away. Sioux held up a hand. “Understood, Brother.”

  He glared at each in turn. Hell, he knew he was no good for her, but he’d be damned if he allowed any of the other yahoos to think they could lay a hand on her. Never before had this type of protectiveness surged through him, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. He looked toward Boone for help.

  “Come on,” Boone said, reading Gabby’s lost expression.

  Boone always had his back, for which he was grateful. There wasn’t anyone he trusted like he did Boone, and he didn’t like to think how his life would’ve turned out had he not had Boone’s support.

  Boone led them from the den of ill repute and Gabby gestured for Kaiya to follow. He trailed after her, tossing another fierce look at the men. Yes, he trusted them with his life, but not around fresh pussy.

  Boone led her into the back, past Romeo’s office to the room that used to be Cipher’s workspace. The last accountant had been skimming the books, and Romeo had taught him a lesson he’d never forget. Kaiya walked into the area and stared at the mess scattered about. Ledger books, opened and closed, lined every surface. Receipts and pieces of papers lay in haphazard piles. The trash can overflowed and the ashtray stank with stubbed-out butts.

  “I didn’t realize how bad this place was,” Boone mused.

  Gabby threw him a glare. He got Kaiya’s attention. “I’ll clean this up.”

  “No need,” she signed back. “I need to create my own working environment.”

  “Tell her she can have Cipher’s old bedroom,” Boone said to Gabby.

  “Tell him I can read his lips,” Kaiya signed.

  Gabby looked at Boone. “She can read lips, you know.”

  Boone flushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Noted. I promise not to be so obtuse in the future.”

  She nodded and looked at Gabby. “I thought he knew sign.”

  “He knows the basics. Hi. Sit. Stay. All that’s missing is a pat on the head.”

  She grinned then turned back to the cluttered office. Yeah, Gabby knew without her signing a word that she had her work cut out for her.

  Chapter Three

  Three days later…

  Kaiya sat up straight and rolled her head. Little pops went off, easing the tension a bit. She was tired, hungry and had a slight headache from hunching over the books. This Cipher person had done one hell of a job fucking up the Men of Hell, because she’d finally discovered that on top of fleecing the club, he’d also been stealing from this so-called Master as well. She was still trying to piece together his shorthand.

  As she stretched, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned. Gabby leaned in the doorway, ankles crossed, arms folded over his chest as he watched her. Perhaps his intense stare should’ve creeped her out, but it simply turned her on—a lot. She really was going to have to do something about her attraction sooner rather than later.

  “You need to eat,” he signed.

  She shook her head. “I’m not hungry. Besides, these books are a mess.”

  “The books can wait for a bit. I want you to eat, Kaiya.”

  Logically, she knew he didn’t mean anything more than that he was concerned about her, but his words still rubbed her the wrong way. Too many times her grandfather had said the exact same thing—‘I want you to eat, Kaiya’—only his words had held a promise of retribution if she didn’t comply. Usually, something was taken away or withheld, like her precious books.

  “Do not tell me what to do!” she signed angrily.

  He raised an eyebrow. “I’m not telling you what to do. I’m reminding you that you need to eat.”

  She shook her head stubbornly.

  He cocked his head at her. “What’s the matter with you?”

  The matter with her? When he was trying to take over her free will? The more she remembered the past, the more her simmering anger built until it flashed like lightning. It shot through her, burning so hot she didn’t even realize what she was doing until her fists thumped against his chest. He reacted quickly, securing her arms and preventing her from moving. For a moment, the crushing weight of being trapped had terror slicing through her body, until Gabby rubbed his cheek against her temple in a soothing gesture. Just as quickly as her rage had boiled over, it cooled, and she was left staring up in shock at Gabby’s calm face.

  “Stop acting like a child,” he said.

  She suspected his tone was stern.

  “I’m not telling you what to do, Kaiya.”

  Kaiya read his lips and pulled away to hug herself. What had come over her? Perhaps she was too stressed and tired from scrutinizing the ledgers. Shame had her bowing her head.

  “I’m sorry,” she signed. “I don’t know why I did that. I’ve never hit anyone before.”

  He used a finger to lift her chin. “I hope you know I’d never force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  She read his words and nodded.

  “Kaiya, you’ve been holed up in this room for three days straight,” he continued, doing a mixture of speaking and signing. “It’s not healthy.”

  He was right. She’d even slept in here, hunched over her desk. Kaiya raised her arm, smelled her armpit and grimaced. The mystery of what Cipher had done had become an addiction.

  “All right,” she signed. “I need to clean up and I will come to dinner.”

  He smiled, although most would consider his smile more predatory than humorous. It made the scar on his face twist into something fierce and dangerous looking, but all it did was immediately turn on her libido. How could she have ignored both Gabby and Boone like that? He took her hand in his and escorted her up the stairs.

  Her luggage had arrived and was stored into Cipher’s old bedroom. Kaiya had yet to use the bed. The first time she’d been in there, the room had smelled like moldy gym shorts and cigarettes, so she’d opened the window to air it out. Now, it wasn’t that smelly, but the filth still lingered. One reason she’d slept at her desk was that she couldn’t imagine sleeping on the sheets, especially since she had no idea what’d happened on them before her arrival. Living the past three days in the clubhouse, she’d seen lots of things. And positions. She pursed her lips. There probably wasn’t a place that hadn’t been used for sex. What a difference between where she’d come from and here. The lack of cleanliness might have been a bit disturbing but what had caused it all was a turn-on as well. Maybe she should buy some toys.

  Would Boone and Gabby mind using a dildo on me?

  The question brought lascivious thoughts to mind, like being one of the people getting it on out in plain sight. There were many fantasies she wanted to explore. Perhaps it was time to put her work into perspective and tear her prim little doll image to shreds.

  * * * *

  One week later…

  Her office was finally starting to show some semblance of order. The room smelled like lemon furniture polish, the trash had been taken out
and the ashtrays removed. The carpet had been vacuumed within an inch of its life. She even had one of those scented plug-ins to give the room a little more perfume.

  On the floor rested her unmarked box of toys she had yet to carry to her bedroom. She sighed. She really ought to move that away, just in case someone thought to open it. No doubt, they’d probably steal the contents for themselves. How embarrassing it would be to see some of them men using the toys she’d bought for herself.

  Right next to the box were rows of neat stacks of papers, stuff she had to sift through carefully to figure out what they were. Her grandfather had several accountants, each doing their best to put a legitimate spin on the illegal activities that made Hiro Matsumoto a very wealthy man. He had often forgotten how she could read lips, and his men had talked freely. She’d learned from the best. She was positive she could make the Men of Hell look as though rose petals floated out of their asses. First, however, she had to uncover the little mystery Cipher had left behind. The books didn’t make sense, but if there was one thing Kaiya never backed away from, it was a challenge.

  Boone appeared at her door, and she smiled at him, gesturing for him to come in. It had been almost two weeks since she’d arrived, and in that time, the three of them had talked. Somewhat. Stilted conversations and her focus on the books hadn’t helped them learn about one another. Regret flashed through her. She’d hoped they’d be sharing a bed by now.

  “Hello, Kaiya,” Boone said. He strolled in and sat on one of the folding chairs.

  She read his lips and picked up a notebook and pen. “Hi,” she wrote.

  He smiled, showing a little teeth and a lot of charm. He gave her a heated look through the fan of his lashes, and she wondered how long he’d practiced that devilish come-hither look. It was working. That smile should be outlawed because she had the wildest urge to shuck her panties and jump onto his lap. Instead, she bit her lower lip to hold down her lascivious daydreams.