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I
carried my bag to the single bedroom which at least had a bed. The
light barely made it around the curve of the door but I could see
enough to place my bag on the foot of the bed.
    I turned and then let out a blood
curdling scream as large arms shut the bedroom door and grabbed me
in a steel grip, placing a hand over my mouth.
    Samson hit the solid door with growls and
barking.
    A seductive voice whispered warmly
in my ear, “I’ve won Mistress Lydia. Your flight takes off tomorrow
evening. Get some sleep and then get that delectable ass of yours
home. Pack a few personal items. I’ll provide everything else. The
plane tickets are waiting on your kitchen counter. Samson and Raul
are both provided for and will be going with you.” His hand
lifted.
    “You cheated.”
    “You lost so take it like a Dom.
Carl will pick you up at the airport in Houston. Now, I’ll let you
walk me out so your dog doesn’t bite my legs off.”
    I could hear what sounded like
helicopter blades in the distance. I was so completely
fucked.

Chapter Five
     
    “You gave me up.” My snarled words
spit at my ex-best friend.
    “If you stop yelling long enough
to listen, I’ll explain.”
    “There is no explanation. You knew
I had no desire to leave the MC. You knew I’d refused Mr. Cheating
Skunk’s offer several times and you knew we needed the fifty
thousand dollars.”
    Raul’s hand came out of his pocket and he handed me
a white slip of paper. My eyes briefly passed over the deposit slip
and froze. There was one hundred and thirty six thousand dollars in
the balance total. I looked up.
    “He offered me a hundred thousand
to give up your location. He might have found you anyway so I took
it. He told me he would take the money back if I alerted you. We
now have enough to fully start the club.”
    I had no words and looked back
down at the total.
    Strong arms came around my
shoulders and brought me into his hard male chest. Raul was like a
brother. How could I fault him for taking the money? Hell, I would
have taken the money. Our dream was now sitting in the
bank.
    “You know I didn’t mean what I said?”
    “Oh but I liked the gay fag stag comment. I might
use it sometime.”
    “You bastard.” My arms tightened
and Sam began to whine. He hated when he wasn’t getting his share
of attention.
    “We need to leave. I hope they
have a kennel large enough for Sam. I hear its cold in the cargo
hold. Should I put him in his sweater?”
    “I’m sorry but if you put that
pussy sweater on him, I’m taking a different flight. Samson can
tough it out like a real man.”
    “Says the gay man?”
    “Oh honey, if dick size makes the
man there isn’t a more man than me.”
    “Argh, you’re horrible. Use your
muscle for something other than comedy and grab my bag. I’ll get
the leash.”
    The airport was crowded. We stood
in line though everyone gave us a wide berth with Sam sitting at
attention by my side. Finally we made it to the check in counter
and Mr. Mogul’s influence took over. A small electric cart appeared
out of nowhere and the attendant ushered us on. Apparently Sam was
flying first class and had his own seat. I just hoped he didn’t get
air-sick and barf all over me.
    We bypassed the security checkpoint line and went
straight to the front. Sam passed through the metal detector with
me and we were off again. This time our destination was the
Admiral’s Lounge. I settled in with an imported high dollar beer
that I didn’t pay for. I could really get used to this.
    Our flight was uneventful, if you
didn’t count the fact Samson wanted to sleep but couldn’t get
comfortable in his oversized seat. Finally he was able to lie in
the aisle and then he embarrassed me by snoring. Raul pretended he
didn’t know us.
    Another cart picked us up at the
gate and we sped along to the waiting limo.
    Carl took my bag.
    “How was your flight Ms.
Simmons?”
    “Fine, thank you. What should I call you?”
    “Carl will do. It’s a