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Thank f**k he’d reined himself in in the nick of time. After throwing Tank out, he had taken off on a ride that lasted hours. Pausing at the side of a road, he pinched his brows. The ride hadn’t done a damned thing to cool off his raging d**k, but not to worry, there were other methods to fight his compulsion for Sage.
With l**t and terror gnawing at him like a pair of jackals, Kingdom had walked into the clubhouse, stopped by the bar, and snapped his fingers at Trixie.
“Up,” he ordered.
Trixie’s face slacked with shock. He hadn’t touched her in months. Trixie wanted to be special but knew better than to make demands on him. It had taken a while for the brothers to respect her one-way vow of monogamy toward Kingdom. While she wasn’t an old lady, Trixie had clout in the club; it was
