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Taking stock of my situation, only one conclusion came to mind. It was impossible. I mean, it could have happened. I’ve done it before. I wasn’t a virgin, but that would mean I had sex with someone I technically knew. The only reason I knew that was because King banned all the club whores from the club.

Yeah, he was tired of paying for their medical expenses.

Wait! There was another plausible explanation.

Maybe a brother was playing a joke on me?

I quickly discounted that because they all knew I would kick their asses, which meant I was back to my first hypothesis.

I had sex last night.

“Oh no!” I gasped, trying as hard as I could to look around the room for any evidence of who I did last night, but the only evidence I could find was dangling above my head.

The harder I tried to think about it, the worse my head hurt.

Grumbling, I tried unsuccessfully to rip my arms from the post.

I was strong.

I could do it.

One good yank and I’d be free.

That’s when I remembered Enigma had finally finished my welded iron bed the other day. I was so happy to have it finally constructed and in my room. I even bought new bed sheets and a new mattress for it.

The only problem?

I wasn’t strong enough to break welded iron.

The only way I was getting free was if someone came into my room, found the key and unlocked the cuffs, and that’s when the realization of my predicament sank in.

“SON OF A BITCH!!!”

The second I yelled, I grimaced.

Shit. I didn’t want to wake the entire club.

Crap.

Listening intently, I sighed when only silence reigned.

Tugging and flopping like a fish in my bed, nothing I did worked when I heard someone stomping down the hallway. Laying completely still, I prayed they were heading downstairs, but when they banged on my door, I braced myself for the inevitable.

“Open up, asshole,” Priest yelled.

“Go away!”

“Frank, it’s Henley. Come on, big guy. Open up.”

“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” I shouted in fear.

I was naked. No way in hell could I let Henley see me like this.

Hell, I didn’t want anyone to see me like this.

“What the hell is going on?” I heard King slur.

Fucking great.

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