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“I find that hard to believe, like extremely hard to believe.” I glance back at the clubhouse before giving in. “I really hate you… you know that?” Hate’s a strong word, but I stand behind it. I think…

“Yes, I know.” He smirks, then waits for me as he swings a leg over his Harley.

“And you do realize it’s raining, right?”

“This is the first time I get to ride my bike, in what feels like forever, and I’m taking full advantage.”

I pause for a moment. “I don’t trust you. What if you run?”

“You really think I’ll just take off and miss the opportunity to spend the night with you? Actually… it does seem tempting.” He smiles, then winks. “Come on, peach, I got this tracker on me, remember? So, are you ready?” He starts up his bike and it rumbles to life, sounding like thunder in the night. When I don’t move from the spot my feet seem to be planted to, he groans. “What? You look like you want to ask me something else.”

“I am curious as to why you’re being so cooperative with this whole thing.”

He shrugs. “I have my reasons. Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”

This could be it. He could take me back to his place, tie me up, and ship me off. I’m tough, but I don’t stand a chance in hell against him.

Then again, it’s not like I have a whole lot to lose. I guess I’ll take my chances.

NINE

Venom

The rain finally stops, and it feels great to be on my girl again. The wind beating against my face, whipping along every bare part of my skin… And the rumble of her engine practically gets my dick hard, figuratively speaking of course. I do know who gets my dick hard in the more literal sense. And it’s the fierce, angelic woman following behind me. With her clothes soaking wet, her perfect pink nipples show through her very see-through shirt. They’re succulent and sexy, and I wouldn’t be the only one to notice if we stayed at my club.

As much as I would love for her to ride my dick, she’s a fucking handful. Exhausting, yet challenging. Challenging, yet exciting. But there is one thing that doesn’t excite me, and it’s those marks she came back with. Where the fuck did she go? And who the fuck touched her like that? And why the fuck do I care?

It reminds me of when I put my filthy hands on Jules. I’m a monster, a snake, but not the kind who goes around beating on women. That night made me hate myself even more.

Jealousy is an evil bastard.

Even though Angel’s life may not interest me, the fucker who touched her does. My blood boils just picturing it. Those bruises… Her succulent lip split open and swollen… The woman’s going to end up getting herself killed one day, and that doesn’t sit right with me.

I check my side mirror, making sure her headlights are still trailing behind me. The fact that she hasn’t changed her mind and gone off running back to her club, surprises the fuck out of me. She’s obviously desperate when it comes to keeping her secret. I squeeze my handlebars, needing to remind myself I don’t care where she goes or what she does, but they’re lies. They’re all fucking lies.

I start to slow as my house comes into view. I bet she’s wondering why the hell I live in the middle of nowhere. My place is on the outskirts of nothing. Nothing but woods and winding back roads—exactly how I like it.

I steer my Harley down my long gravel driveway, and even with the rain and mud, it still kicks up dust as I go. Angel’s tires sound behind me. I walk my bike into the garage, shut her off, and click the button to close the door.

Angel rolls down her window. “Chain is calling me; he must have seen we left.” Of course, he did. The dude’s been watching us like a hawk.

Her center console lights up, and I stretch my arms before leaning them on the roof of her car. Peering inside, I stare at her mouth, fantasizing about the taste, the feel.

“Hey, boss,” Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, and it’s surprisingly painful to hear. She’s exhausted and ready to give up on everything. She’s tired of hiding it. And how would I know? Because I’ve been there, done that.

Chain’s tone echoes as it’s carried outside the vehicle. “I’m pissed the fuck off you’ve been ignoring my calls. And you better have one hell of a good explanation as to why you’re headed off road with the second-worst piece of shit on the planet.” He drips hatred for me, and I can’t really blame him. If I were him, I wouldn’t like me either.

“And here I thought I was the first-worst piece of shit on the planet,” I say into the Bluetooth, and I could have sworn I saw the corner of Angel’s mouth lift. A weird satisfaction pours over me.

“Oh, good, I’m on speaker. Listen here, asshole. If you harm one hair on my club member’s head, we will come after you, and when we find you—”

“Yeah, I got it. You’ll cut my balls off and all that jazz, right? No need for the death threat. I’m not interested in touching your precious little angel over here. Only thing I’m interested in is changing into a pair of my own fucking boxers and getting into my goddamn bed.”

Chain growls, and I must admit the sound sends a cold shiver through me. He can turn a grown man into a pussy, even from a distance. The dude’s scary as fuck.

“Angel, you good?” he asks her, like a father would. I see it, the relationship between them. He cares for her in a paternal way. So, how the fuck can he be okay with this? All of it?

“Yeah, I’m fine. I have to shack up at Venom’s place tonight, but I promise everything is good.” She lays on some bullshit, as to why she has to play slumber party with me, and hangs up. It took convincing; however, he finally agreed. But not before he insisted on sending a prospect over to watch the place. He’s just lucky my guys don’t know where I live.

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