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Me: Thanks, but no need. Cain just left, and it’s all good.

Zeke: What do you mean Cain just left? When did you invite him over?

Me: I didn’t. I assumed you did.

Zeke: I definitely fucking did not.

What the fuck.

So Cain just thinks he can randomly show up on me like that? And more importantly, how did he know where I live if Zeke didn’t tell him?

“Fucking bikers. They just think they can do whatever the hell they want,” I grumble to Hades as we head into the kitchen. “You want a little treat, baby? Mama needs to go to the store to get some more food for us.”

And maybe stop for a big juicy bleu cheese burger. Zeke can never shut up about the ones this one bar has in the city. As someone who is lactose intolerant with a disgusting case of ibs, bleu cheese is my weakness. Any cheese, if I’m being honest. Popping a few Imodium to, you know, combat the cheese, I check to make sure Hades has water and his show on-yes, I’m that dog mom-and head out.

It takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the lighting in DD’s. I find an empty seat next to an older guy who seems like he’s been here for one too many.

“What can I get for ya?” a short but curvy girl on the other side of the bar asks. Her round face gives her that innocent look, but you can feel the ‘don’t fuck with me’ vibes radiating off of her.

“Double rum and diet, please.” God knows I fucking need it after all the shit that has happened in the last two days. It’s funny how one day you can go from simply existing to wondering what’s happening.

“Sure thing. Menu?” Nodding my head, I look around and take it all in. This bar has a very similar feel to the one at Scotch’s club’s compound, except instead of random worn-down couches and stripper poles, there are actual tables and a few booths. A stage is set up in the corner, I’m assuming for a live band or something. After ordering my burger, I bring the glass to my lips and take a large sip.

“I haven’t seen your face in here before, and I would remember a pretty little thing like you.” The man next to me slurs and tries to do what I think is a failed attempt at a wink, but his eye just kind of stays drooped.

Ugh.

This is one thing that’s wrong with society. A girl can’t just be. There’s always some man that thinks he’s entitled to a piece of her.

Smelling the alcohol on him from where I’m sitting, my nose turns up. “I don’t get out much.” I give him a tight smile and turn my body slightly away from him, silently letting him know I want to be left alone.

“Another one?” The bartender asks as she sets my food down in front of me.

I open my mouth to answer yes, but a voice I unfortunately now know all too well sounds from behind me, cutting me off. “Put it on my tab, Delaney.” His skull-tattooed hand reaches over my shoulder and nabs a fry.

I let out a long sigh as my eyes dart up to the ceiling. I swear I can’t catch a break.

“I didn’t notice you were here,” I say, annoyance clear as I swat his hand away from my food.

“You wouldn’t have, babe. I was in the office. But then I saw your sweet ass on camera and just knew you stopped by to brighten my day.” Cain smirks while biting into the stolen fry.

And that’s when it clicks.

DD.

Dirty Devils.

The name of their club.

Apparently, I need to tattoo ‘dumb bitch’ across my forehead for not putting all of this together way before I thought it was a great idea to come get a burger. Zeke talks about this place all of the time, and I’ve never made the connection.

God, I’m an idiot.

“Trust me, the last thing I would do is go out of my way to see you.” I can feel Delaney’s eyes on us, assessing what I am to him. Maybe she’s fucking him.

Cain’s arms come around either side of me, caging me in. I can feel his body heat radiating off of him, making the temptation all too great to lean back into it. To just get a little feel for the spank bank of what his hard chest would feel like.

“The whole sarcastic bitch act you have goin’ only turns me on, babe. Makes me want to throw you over my knee and spank that attitude right out of you,” he growls in my ear while lightly trailing a finger down my neck to where it meets my shoulder. A shudder runs through my body at the touch. I don’t even have time to process what’s happening because before I can even come up with a reply, he’s pushing off the rail and sauntering down the hallway toward the right of the bar.

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