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I make it back to the clubhouse and kill the engine before climbing off my bike and heading inside.

“You get our shit?”

“Wasn’t at the house. I gave her forty-eight hours to bring it back.”

“You think she’s gonna do that?” Mask asks, looking at me intently. I shake my head.

“I don’t think it’s her. I think it’s her man orchestrating this shit. I told her we’d help get it back if she needed it.”

“Let me get this right. The girl steals our shit, and you offer her help?” Mask asks me. I nod my head.

“Yeah.”

“What the fuck, Pike?”

“She’s not doin’ this alone. She had help.”

“And you think she’s gonna just show up here and ask for help?”

“Yeah, I do. You didn’t see the look on her face, brother. She’ll show up.”

“You seem pretty confident about that.”

“I am,” I reply with a smirk.

“He fucked her,” Van declares, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“Yeah, you did. I see that smug ass look all over your face,” he argues.

“I didn’t need to fuck her. She’s gonna get our shit back.” I walk past the guys and into the clubhouse, heading toward the bar for a beer.

Chapter 10

Feather

“This is a bad idea, Blake. The other guys want their stuff back, and one showed up at the house,” I remind him. I shouldn’t have told him Pike was there, but I did. I can’t keep doing this.

“And I told you they just want to scare you, and it’s working. Ignore them. They aren’t going to do anything. They have no proof of anything.” He looks at himself in the rearview mirror before glancing over at me. He eyes me up and down before he nods for me to get out of the car. My stomach trembles, and my hands shake. I don’t want to do this. Not again, not a different club.

“Can’t you rethink this?” I ask him. Blake huffs out a breath before climbing out of the car and coming around to my side. He opens the door and grabs my wrist, jerking me out of the car and onto the sidewalk.

“You’re going to do this, Feather. Don’t make me angry,” he says through gritted teeth. I’m not trying to make him angry, but I also don’t want to make them angry. But I have no choice. This is what he makes me do. This is my repayment. Some days, I feel like I will never repay him enough.

We walk toward the packed clubhouse parking lot. I take a deep breath as we walk inside the crowded room. There are people everywhere. Music is blasting. Blake makes himself scarce as usual, and I’m left to do my job. I need a drink if I’m going to make it through the night. I don’t usually drink much but tonight? I need it.

I see the way some of the men are treating the women here, and my insides clench. I make my way to the bar and grab a drink, taking it down quickly when a hand wraps around my waist. This is where I start working. I spin around in his arms, and he smiles down at me. He’s a big guy. Bigger than Pike. In almost an instant, he leans down and presses his lips to mine. I almost gag at the taste of him, but I play my part and keep kissing him back as I slip my hand into his cut. I find his wallet easily and begin to slide it free, just like always, until his hand snaps up to my wrist. His lips are gone, and he pulls back, pulling my hand out of his cut with the wallet still wrapped up in my fingers. Then things change. He changes.

The man who was kissing me with such a frenzy is now beating my ass. His fist lands in my stomach before he backhands me across the face. Lights flash behind my eyes as my head snaps to the side. Before I know what’s happening, I’m being lifted off my feet and carried through the room. My stomach wants to expel everything in it, and my head is spinning.

Once we’re outside, I’m tossed to the ground, landing with a thud.

“You’re lucky that’s all you got, bitch.” My head spins and aches as I try to shove to my feet. When I finally manage to stand, I glance around, but I don’t see Blake anywhere. Did he leave me to this? Is he still in there? Surely, he saw what happened.

I stumble back down the road to where we left the car, but it’s gone. He left me here. He left me to this. That son of a bitch! Not knowing what else to do I pull out my cell and make the call. I shouldn’t be calling him, but I have no one else to call. A man answers the phone when I ask for Pike. It takes a second, but then he answers.

“Yeah?”

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