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  “Lookout, Declan.”

  The guy nods once before he says, “Get the fuck back inside and send me out Mouse!” The kid visibly jumps before heading back inside the gate.

  “I’ll just go,” I say softly as I point over my shoulder, not wanting to cause any more trouble for the kid than I already have.

  “No, you won’t,” his gruff voice says.

  Oh, well shit! What makes me stop and stand here? I have no fucking clue! It could be the sexy sound of his voice or that I’m a complete fool, but either way, I stand here.

  “I don’t think I have to take orders from some muscled-up brooding jackass,” I snap. For some reason, his bossiness is annoying me. His eyes roam over my face making me slightly uneasy.

  “You’re a mouthy little thing. I’d like to see how you can use those lips you keep movin’.” My heart kicks up a notch. He wouldn’t dare.

  “Yeah. That’s not going to happen, caveman. I’m leaving.” I start to turn when he stops me yet again.

  “Not yet, darlin’. I’m not done with you.”

  Chapter 4

  Declan

  Her body is hot as fuck. Her tits are big and round, sticking out of the top of her jacket. Her lips look utterly fuckable. My dick jerks as I take her in.

  “Excuse me?” she asks with a slight attitude.

  “I said, you ain’t leavin’ yet. I need a favor.” I smile at her. She looks around before Mouse steps out of the gate.

  “You wanted me, Dec?” he asks looking up at me.

  “Yeah. Your friend there couldn’t handle his duty. Does this girl here distract you, Mouse?” I demand, nodding at the girl.

  Mouse looks at her and then back up and down the road before he says, “Not in the slightest. Am I on lookout?”

  I give him a nod, but the girl just stands there with her mouth hanging open. I look down at the her before I ask, “Where did you come from?” She pulls her attention from Mouse and drags her eyes back to mine.

  “I live down the road. We ran out of beer.” As quickly as she looked surprised, she has her game face back on. I like that.

  “The store not an option?” I ask. She looks stunned for a second.

  “It was a dare,” she finally mumbles. “I’m leaving,” she adds, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. She turns on her heel and starts to walk away.

  “Yo, Mouse. If anyone looks for me, tell them I walked this pretty little thing home,” I say. The girl jumps before looking at me again. Yeah, I’m walking her ass home.

  “I got here on my own; I think I’ll be fine,” she says with her sassy little attitude. I think I might like it. I throw my arm around her shoulders and walk. I don’t give her a chance to respond or react. She damn well better follow if she knows what’s good for her. She doesn’t look up at me as we walk down the road. It’s a strange feeling to be walking out here without any of the guys. I don’t typically come out this way, no reason to do so. The main road is out the other way.

  “Which house?” I ask when she starts to slow down.

  She inclines her head toward the house in front of us. “This one.” I look up to find a group of women staring out the window with their mouths open. Only one makes a move to come outside.

  “Brooke, I said to get a beer, not the biker.” She grins at her friend. I have to chuckle at that one.

  “I did,” she says with pride as she holds up the bottle. I snatch it out of her hand and take a long pull.

  “So, you ladies havin’ a good night?” I ask. The blonde just stares at me like I’m a fucking mirage.

  “It’s great. Thanks for walking me back,” the dark-haired girl I now know as Brooke says.

  “Let me explain a few things to you girls,” I say with a steely calm as I take down what’s left of the beer. I throw the bottle at the side of the house, watching it shatter. The girls all jump, clearly frightened by me. Why not take it a little further? Let them know exactly who they are dealing with. I pull the gun from the back of my jeans, stepping up to Brooke’s side. I slowly bring the gun up and hold it up to her throat.

  “My boys over at the clubhouse would rip you girls to shreds. In fact, I think they would enjoy it.” I slide the gun down between her tits, but I don’t stop there. No, I keep going. I want to see what kind of reaction I get out of them.

  “If I catch any of you comin’ to my motherfuckin’ gate just one more time, I will unleash the boys on you.” Sliding the gun down between her legs, I toy with her pussy with it. The other girl gasps but this one? Brooke? I think she just fucking moaned. What the hell is with this girl? She isn’t going to fight me? My dick jerks as Blondie speaks. “We won’t bother you again, sir. I’m so sorry,” she apologizes quickly in a timid voice.

  “I don’t know that I agree with that,” Brooke chimes in with a determined tone to her voice. The harder I grind the gun between her legs, the more I think I’m turning her on. Fuck me!

  “Blondie, go inside,” I growl. She jolts but does as she’s told. In fact, she does it quickly, leaving her friend to fend for herself. I spin Brooke in my arms, looking into her eyes.

  “What the fuck is wrong with you? You got some kind of fetish that you want fulfilled?” I ask, showing her the gun.

  “No, not really. I just like the feel of hard steel between my thighs.”

  Fuck! Now my dick is standing straight up and ready to take her pussy like I’m sure she’s never been taken before. She’s a mouthy little girl, but I have to wonder if she’s ever had a real man between those thighs. Our eyes dance, hers with lust and mine with danger. She leans into me slightly. Her lips slowly part. I’m torn as to what I should do. Walk away from her and leave her breathless? Or take her right here and now? She doesn’t know the kind of person she’s fucking with right now.

  Chapter 5

  Brooke

  Our standoff is getting heated. His eyes blaze with a fire that I want to touch.

  “You’ve lost your goddamn mind, girl,” he says but slides the gun down my chest once more. I think he likes it just as much as I do. His gun keeps moving as his eyes burn into mine. When it slips between my legs again, I part them slightly. His eyes go wide. He licks his lips.

  “You like this, butterfly?” he asks, his eyes slowly moving over the butterfly necklace hanging around my neck. I nod once, loving the way it feels. The heat that spreads through my body, the way he works me with that gun. I should be scared shitless of guns after what happened to my dad, but I’m not. I’m oddly turned on by them.

  “Would you let me do it?” he asks, his eyes peering at me through hooded lids.

  “Do what?” I ask, nearly to my breaking point.

  “Let me fuck you with this gun?” The sexual way he says it has my pussy clenching. I nod slowly before he backs me up against the side of the house. My back hits the hard wall before he slides my shorts to the side. He looks down at me, his breath inches from my skin. “Spread ‘em.”

  I part my legs wider as he brings the gun to his mouth. He slides it in, getting it slick with his spit before lowering it between my legs and slowly sliding it inside of me. My body responds. Declan, that’s what the guy called him, works it in and out of me. His eyes stay on mine the whole time. He doesn’t even flinch as he fucks my body with his gun. I tilt my head back as heat floods my body. It’s wild, it’s scary, and it’s sexy as fuck!

  “Do it,” he grumbles.

  I let go, I explode, cumming all over the barrel of this man’s gun and I feel no fucking shame for it. Declan eases the gun out of me before lifting it to his lips once more. His body seems taut with tension. I watch him suck the end into his mouth, tasting me. When he pops it free, I almost come again. Declan reaches down adjusting the apparent hard-on that he’s sporting. He is clearly enjoying what he’s doing to me.

  “Don’t come around my fuckin’ clubhouse,” he says in a pissed off tone before turning and walking away. My body wants more. So, much more. I want to touch him. I want to feel his muscle
s ripple beneath my fingers as he fucks me. I want to feel exactly what he has in those jeans. I step out from next to the house to find Ashley standing there in shock.

  “Are you ok?” she asks. I nod as I watch the man who just gun fucked me walk away. His hand runs through his hair as he goes. He glances over his shoulder but stops when he sees me watching him.

  His eyes are on fire. His gaze is heated as we stand here with our eyes connected, licking his lips before Ashley grabs my arm and tugs me back toward the door. I keep my eyes on him until she drags me into the house.

  “That was the shittiest dare ever,” she says. I follow her up the steps and back into the house. The other girls are packing up their stuff. My mouth falls open, and a little laugh escapes.

  “What are you doing?” I ask trying to keep myself from the explosive laughter that wants to erupt.

  “We’re leaving. This neighborhood is revolting. I can’t even believe I came over here,” Ellen whines as she shoves her stuff into a bag. I laugh before turning and stepping back out onto the porch. That’s when I really lose it. I laugh until my sides hurt.

  When the laughter becomes too much, I slide down and sit on the step as I look at the spot in the middle of the road. The memory of what happened there quickly halting all my laughter. There’s nothing there, at least not anymore. Just the memory and the heartache. The last memory I have of my father when his life was so brutally taken from us.

  My heart never felt the same after that. I saw it all. I was only thankful that Angel was too young to remember. I reach into my sweatshirt pocket and run my fingers over the rosary, letting the heavy weight of the cross linger in my palm. It was so long ago, yet the memory is so vivid it feels like it happened yesterday. The way my father begged. The bullet that ended it all.

  The boy who gave me the rosary.

  Chapter 6

  Declan

  “Where the hell have you been?” Mayhem yells when I walk through the gates with a shit eating grin on my face.

  “What the fuck you care?” I ask playfully as I walk past him and straight for the cooler. I need a goddamn beer after what she just let me do to her. In fact, I need a few.

  I pop the top off and watch the rest of the guys having a good time. Tic’s over there rubbing up on some girl, half his dick hanging from his jeans.

  Blu is watching Kenderly like a fucking hawk. I wonder what the fucking deal is with them.

  Kenderly is the daughter of a club member, Hawk. He was sent to prison a year ago. I don’t think we will be seeing him for a while, but his daughter stuck around. She grew up here. She’s one of us.

  “What the fuck is goin’ on there?” Dread, one of my brothers, asks when he gets closer to me.

  I follow his gaze to the crowd that’s hanging around the far table before I say, “Fuck if I know. Let’s go find out.”

  We stroll over to the table to find Cherry dancing on it. That girl is all kinds of crazy, but you have to love it. I tip my beer up to my lips while I watch the show in front of me. The way she sways her hips, pulling the little strings of her top. She’s hot as hell, and I’d like nothing more than to have her lips wrapped around my dick right now.

  “She’s fuckin’ hot, man.” Dread slaps a hand against my chest. I nod, agreeing with him. That she is.

  “Hey, Dec. Come on; we need to talk.” I glance over my shoulder to see Chop. Fuck, I didn’t want to have to deal with this shit tonight. Chop has been a good friend, but the fact is, he’s a fucking traitor. He’s a traitor to this club and me. I take one last look at Cherry as she bends over, showing everything she has to offer to the crowd. The guys roar and chant.

  I follow along behind Chop before he stops near the door.

  “What’s up?” I ask not, really wanting to hear the answer. I can see the look on his face. He has to know that we know something's up.

  “I need to ask you somethin’, brother to brother,” he says, his gaze locking with mine. Shit! Here it comes.

  “What’s that?” I ask as I lean against the wall, crossing my arm over my chest.

  “A few of the prospects have been talkin’. They said shit with the Evil Claws is gettin’ worse.” I narrow my gaze at him. That’s what the fuck he has been worried about?

  I shake my head before I say, “Prospects need to mind their goddamn business. They don’t know shit because there isn’t shit to know. You think we’d leave the brothers out of somethin’ like that, Chop?” I ask, pulling away from the wall. That’s really pissed me off now. His lack of trust in his own club is his concern when he’s the one fucking us over? Here I was worried that I’d have to beat his ass for the money, and he’s worried about the ECs.

  “I figured that, but they are rilin’ up the other brothers. Figured I’d see what you had to say on it. Blu’s off. He doesn't want to talk to me much these days.”

  I want to slam my fist into his face. The way he says it all, I want to fucking rip his damn head off. I can’t believe he has the fucking balls to stand in front of me and act like nothing has happened. Like he isn’t a damn thief.

  “Shit is off, Chop. Things will come to light later. You know,” I say bringing my cigarette to my lips and lighting it before I continue, “if there was somethin’ happenin’ inside these walls, it’s best to fess up to it.”

  He watches me intently but doesn’t say a word. It’s like his mind is trying to decide on saying it or waiting it out. His eyes flicker with a slight fear, his body tensing up. For his sake, I hope he says it, but he doesn’t.

  “Well, fuck. I’ll see you later. I’m gonna go see what Cherry’s flashin’ over there.”

  Chop grins, shaking off all the tension and walks away quickly when I hear the shots being fired. I stand up a little straighter when I hear Mayhem screaming like a fucking madman, firing his gun into the air.

  “Crazy son of a bitch,” I mumble before heading inside. I need some vodka or Jack to get through this night.

  Chapter 7

  Brooke

  I yawn as I jog down the road. I got up entirely too early and couldn’t fall back asleep. My thoughts keep drifting back to that night. If he would have asked me to fuck him instead of that gun, I would have done it. Is it sad that’s it been that long? It’s not that I don’t have an interest in men. I do. It’s just the kind of man that I want doesn’t exist. Aside from the fact that I spend a majority of my time locked in a female strip club, I have no life.

  I jog faster, push myself harder. Something in my life is going to have to give. I don’t know what or how, but I need to actually get a life. Living vicariously through Angel isn’t going to be an option anymore. She’s moving on with her life. She’s going to college. She wants more out of her life than I do.

  I make it to the gym in record time ready to get in the ring. I want to punch someone. I want to throw as many blows as I can. I want to fuck someone’s world up the way mine is.

  “You’re here early,” Charles, the owner, says when I walk in. I’m out of breath from pushing myself, but I’m ready.

  I nod once before I say, “I know. Needed to expel this fucking energy somehow.” He laughs, knowing me about as well as my own uncle.

  I used to come here a lot with my dad. He trained here. Being a sheriff wasn’t an easy thing to do, but he did it. Right up until that bastard shot and killed him.He started bringing me here when I was little, maybe three. I would watch him spar and I quickly fell in love with it.

  “Tawny is here today. She’ll spar with you.” My heart kicks up a notch when he says that.

  “Nice! I’ve been waiting to spar with her,” I call out over my shoulder. I head into the locker room to get changed when I see Tawny. She’s been a fighter as long as I have. We have that in common, she and I. We both need the release and we love it.

  “Hey,” she says when she notices it’s me.

  “Haven’t seen you in a while,” I tell her, pulling my shirt over my head.

  I am grabbing my gear out of the l
ocker when she replies, “I’ve been out of town. I don’t know if you heard, but Rusty died.”

  My heart beats faster. Rusty was her brother and a damn good man.

  “I’m so sorry. No one said anything to me. What happened?” I ask. Tawny and I always got along. Her dad is a cop like mine was. We basically grew up together.

  “He got a call out in Vegas. MC war. He got in the middle of it and didn’t come back out.” She drops her head when she speaks. I walk over and pull her into a hug, knowing how hard it is to lose someone.

  “I wish I’d known. I’m so sorry, Tawny,” I whisper in her ear, knowing it won’t make a bit of difference.

  “It’s life, right? Are you sparring with me today? I need to get out some energy, and Sherry won’t do the trick.” I laugh as I pull away from her and nod.

  “Hell, she’s like using a stand-up bag. She doesn’t even fight back.”

  We both laugh before heading back out into the gym. We climb in the ring when Charles calls it. As soon as he tells us to go, we go. Tawny’s body twists and turns as she dodges my punches. I go in full force. I need this as much as she does.

  My fists fly at her before I throw in a kick landing in her ribs. That doesn’t stop her, though. That’s what I like about her; she won’t give into me easily. That’s what I need right now - someone who won’t back down.

  We spar for about forty-five minutes, draining ourselves. After we finish our session, I climb out and head toward the locker room.

  “That was amazing. Teach me!” a little blonde squeals next to me. I turn my head to look at her, her eyes gazing into mine.

  “I’m not an instructor. Sorry.” I grab my towel and throw it around my neck when I notice her following me.

  “I don’t care. This isn’t my usual hangout either, but here I am. Hey, you want to hang out later? There’s a party if you want to come. I’m Cherry.”