The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 197

Chapter 104-

Chapter 104-2

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Locke turns instantly at the sound of my name. The second his eyes land on me, the stoic, dangerous mask he wears for the rest of the club completely melts away. A soft, private warmth lights up his gaze, his eyes tracking me as I walk across the tile floor toward him.

“Morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. “You good?”

Before I can even speak, he reaches out, wrapping a heavy arm around my waist and pulling me flush against his side. He leans down, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to my temple, his hand settling comfortably over my hip, his thumb rubbing quiet circles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

“Good morning.” I smile, resting my palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady, rhythmic beat of his heart beneath his Henley. I glance over at Jade. “And she’s right, Locke. That coffee looks like liquid asphalt.”

“Traitor,” Locke mutters, though the corner of his hard mouth twitches with a suppressed smile. “You’ll pay for that.”

“Promise?”

“Anyway,” Jade says, taking a dainty sip from her mug. “I’m just a woman of science. So, where’s my husband? Did he leave the warehouse yet? Get home?”

“Yeah,” Locke says, his tone shifting back to business. “He and Rook left an hour ago. I’m heading to the warehouse now to go over the shipment we took last night.”

I look up at him. “I can come with you, if you’ll drop me off at the garage on the way over.”

“And you can drop me at the bar,” Jade says. “I can shower and get ready there, so you don’t need to wait.”

“No,” Locke cuts in cleanly, his voice smooth, quiet, and completely unyielding. “You two are staying right here.”

Jade sets her mug down on the island with a loud, sharp clack. “Excuse me? Locke, the club bar is short-staffed, I have a double shift to work, and the beer kegs aren’t going to swap themselves out.”

“And I have two custom bikes sitting on lifts at the garage,” I add, crossing my arms over my chest and staring him down. “Plus, I can look over the shipping manifests from the truck last night, and that goes twice as fast when I can spread the physical files out on the desk instead of squinting at a screen.”

Locke doesn’t flinch. He just looks between the two of us, taking a slow, calm breath, looking thoroughly unimpressed by our sudden united front.

“The planning is going into overdrive now,” Locke says, setting his coffee mug down on the counter. “Knox is crazy-paranoid, and until we make those precursor chemical trucks vanish into thin air again tomorrow night, this penthouse is the only location with total security.”

“We aren’t delicate,” Jade argues, leaning forward on the counter, her green eyes flashing. “I deal with drunk, rowdy bikers six nights a week, and Zara spends her days working heavy machinery with a grease gun.”

“I know,” Locke replies calmly. He steps around the counter, leaning his hands flat on the island between

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us, Jooking from Jade to me. “Which is why I’m telling you nicely first. But if you push it, I’ll call Mayhem Tight now, and as Vice President, you know he’ll order you both to sit your asses down. Then I’ll have Rook come up here, sit his six-foot-four frame right on that couch, and babysit you both in person until I get back at about ten tonight”

Jade winces violently, falling back against her barstool with a dramatic, tragic groan.

“Ugh, not Rook,” she says, “He doesn’t even talk… he just sits there in total silence, scraping that terrifying combat knife against a whetstone for four hours straight.”

“It really is very loud scraping,” I agree, narrowing my eyes at Locke. “That’s high-level extortion, handsome.

“It’s effective management, gorgeous,” Locke counters, giving me a faint, victorious smirk. “And it’s just for today and tomorrow. After that, Jade goes back behind the club bar pouring beers for the boys. And you get to go back to the garage, get grease under your fingernails, anu yell at everyone for dropping the

torque wrenches.”

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