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My heart hammered, and I didn't know what else to say.

"Come on, let's take it for a test drive," Spike suggested. "To my favorite diner."

I laughed at that, then slid behind the wheel of my sedan, and Spike joined me.

"I can't believe you managed to transform my sedan in just one night," I said.

"I called in a favor from my MC brothers in the garage. Also, they were happy to do it and had nothing better to do," Spike added.

"Please give them my thanks," I said.

"Will do," he replied.

"Which way to the diner?" I asked and drove as Spike gave me directions.

"She drives so smoothly now," I commented as we got out of the car.

"Enough about the car and how amazing I am, let's talk about something else," Spike said after the waitress led us to a booth by the windows.

"Okay," I said, sitting.

I expected Spike to start drilling me about Jack, but to my surprise, he asked the most random things—like my childhood, my dad, my favorite movies, and music.

As we talked, I found myself opening up more than I intended. Spike had a way of making me feel comfortable, like I could trust him with anything.

It was strange, sharing so much with someone I just met, but Spike had this magnetic presence that drew me in.

We laughed about silly things, shared stories about our pasts, and discovered common interests.

It felt easy, like I'd known him for much longer than just a day. The breakfast turned into a casual conversation between two people getting to know each other.

I couldn't help but appreciate Spike's genuine interest in me, but eventually, I couldn't hold back my next words.

"Spike, how do you know Jack?" I had to ask.

"There's bad blood between us," Spike answered, his expression darkening slightly.

"Why is that?" I pressed, feeling a knot form in my stomach.

"The MC had a standard delivery mission a year ago. When Nitro and I were in their territory, I noticed Jack being pushy with an omega from his pack. I stepped in," Spike explained, his jaw clenching at the memory.

"Pushy?" I repeated, feeling a wave of anger rise within me.

"He was about to force himself on this poor omega," Spike confirmed, his voice tight with anger.

A chill went down my spine at the revelation.

It was right of me to trust my instincts and my wolf when it came to Jack. The thought of someone like him preying on the vulnerable made my blood boil.

"What made matters worse? Olaf's an old friend of Venom's and a longtime client of the MC," Spike explained, his tone grave.

I took a moment to absorb this information, feeling a sense of unease settle in the pit of my stomach.

If Olaf was connected to the MC, then my situation with Jack undoubtedly complicated things further.

"So, back at the bar, that's what Nitro meant when he said Venom would have your head if you killed Jack," I said, piecing together the conversation from last night.

"That's right," Spike confirmed, his voice tinged with disappointment. "Someone has to put that bastard in the dirt, but unfortunately, it won’t be me."

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