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“We’re not hitting the club tonight. Well, it’s a club, but not what you’re thinking.”

“What is it then?”

“It’s a clubhouse. Bikers.” My heart instantly sinks to my feet. There’s no way he’s taking me there to work. And what clubhouse? Who are these people?

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not? It’s open to the public,” he says this time. Open to the public? Does that make a difference? They’re bikers.

“Those are bad guys, Blake.”

“Not all of them. It’ll be easy. They’re having a party, and they’ll all be drunk.”

“This is a bad idea,” I mumble before his hand flies across the seat and slaps me in the face. I close my eyes, praying to God it doesn’t leave another bruise for me to hide.

“You’re going to do it, Feather.” The demand in his tone makes my skin crawl, and I find myself nodding my head. I know I’m going to do it. I don’t have another choice.

“I’ll do it,” I say like the good girl I am.

“I know you will.”

The ride is silent after that. Neither of us says a word to the other as we take backroads through town. My heart hammers against my ribs as anticipation swirls in my veins. I can do this. I can do this. I keep repeating that in my head so that I don’t freak out.

As we pull up to a brick building, I see all the bikes and cars lined up. There are a lot of people so that’s good. It’ll be easier to work. I won’t be noticed.

Blake parks the car and climbs out as I follow. Women who are dressed in less clothing than I am walking around outside like they couldn’t give a shit who sees them while men paw all over them in their drunken states. Yeah, this should be easy.

That is until I hear the word.

“Jailbait.”

Chapter 5

Pike

She’s here. What the hell is she doing here? She shouldn’t be in a place like this, but here she is, and dressed like that. I study her, letting my eyes roam up and down her body. She has long tan legs that show from under that mini dress she’s wearing. She shouldn’t be allowed to look that goddamn sexy at her age.

“Jailbait,” I say as I take her in. Her lips part as she turns her head and comes eye to eye with me. She slowly licks her lips, and it makes me wonder what they taste like.

“What are you doin’ here?”

“It’s a party,” she says, nodding toward the scene.

“It is. That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Am I not allowed to party? And how are you out of the hospital already?” she asks me.

“You can party. Just not here.”

“Why not here?”

“The guys will eat you alive lookin’ like that,” I tell her as I nod toward her dress. Hell, I can’t stop looking at her in that thing.

“Maybe that’s the point.”

“You want men all over you, Jailbait?” I step closer to her and into her space. She swallows hard as she looks up at me.

“Maybe.”

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