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office, closing the door behind him.
    “Are you sure you want to do this?” Ronan wondered out loud.
    Naomi stared at him with dark determined eyes. “Not you too. You were always the one person I could count on that didn’t treat me like a fucking piece of china—”
    “Not china, babe. You’re my old lady and I know you can do this but . . . Fernando is an animal. I don’t know—I’m not scared for you but I am terrified about what he would do to you.”
    “I can’t do this anymore.” She looked away and blinked the tears away with determined resignation. “I’m tired of playing both sides. I want to be your old lady. I want us to get married and have a few Coxes runnin’ around. I can’t do that working for the DEA. I need to be on Eve’s team so I can get away from the Feds once and for all.”
    He grabbed her neck and pressed their foreheads together. “You know what that means? You’d be an outlaw just like the rest of us. Is that really what you want?”
    “Absolutely, especially if it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you,” she responded without hesitation.
    Ronan kissed her hard.
    He’d finally found the one woman made for him; now if he could stay true to them both and not fuck everything up.

     

 
    Part One
     

     
    Tainted Love
     

     

 
    Chapter One
     

     
    Ronan
     

     
    R onan awoke the morning of the operation with a lead brick in his stomach and a headache the size of Utah.
    He shouldn’t have drunk the last five shots of Jack Daniels he’d imbibed before Naomi dragged him to bed.
    However, since he and Hardy had taken over the Vegas chapter, every night seemed to be a party.
    They always took care of business first, and that included babysitting Lennon’s sister, Trista, and her rock star hubby. It didn’t really matter whether or not Lennon “ Linx ” Carter was an honorary member of the Saints and he could take care of his wife just fine. It wasn’t like he’d had a happy and violence-free childhood growing up in South Boston. Now he was a bonafide rock star, the Saints had sworn to protect their own and that’s exactly what they would do.
    Then there were the members of the Saints Vegas chapter he and Hardy had to get on their side. They were mostly older than them though there were quite a few younger members. However, it was the old guard they had to make sure were on their side. Men loyal to Thorne and Walker who had lives and ties in Vegas and couldn’t—or didn’t—want to move to Southern California with their former Prez and VP.
    Hardy immediately gained their respect. He was Dizzy Cox’s youngest sibling and had run the London chapter. They knew what he was capable of and they trusted him.
    Ronan, on the other hand, was just a snot nosed kid and Dizzy’s son. He was much too young to hold the title of VP but there wasn’t much they could do. He’d been chosen, not only by Hardy but Dizzy himself after being usurped from his Sergeant at Arms position by his older half-brother, Trey “Hacker” Lennon.
    Not that he cared much.
    He had been happy to leave the Tri-Cities area and reveled living in L.A. and now Las Vegas. He’d always preferred the big city to small town life and Naomi held similar beliefs.
    He stood and walked bare ass to the bathroom and pissed in the toilet before Naomi passed him equally naked.
    “The shower’s yours,” she responded.
    Ronan flushed the toilet before he grabbed her from behind and kissed her shoulder. “What are you doing up so early?”
    “Unlike you, I didn’t drink a bottle of Jack Daniels by myself. I have to go over some notes Eve sent me for the meet with Fernando tonight. The last thing we need is a shoot-out at that stupid fuckin’ club.”
    His arms wrapped tighter around her waist. “I wish you wouldn’t do this at all. It’s dangerous and they don’t trust us. Why should they? First, they try to blame us for blowing up their club in Century City, then they murder Kink’s wife in