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It’s the only salvation as I endure this.

He finishes inside me and the desire to throw up comes to the surface.

The second he pulls out, I’m vomiting over the floor and his laughter as he ascends the stairs is the only thing I hear.

CHAPTER FIVE

Miles

I lean against the cold metal railing of the club’s porch, staring out onto the beautiful Montana landscape.

Two days here, and I’m still waiting.

Waiting for a lead, waiting for news—waiting for anything but silence.

My fingers drum on the railing, my impatience threatening to swallow me whole.

The wind kicks up, sending a chill through my bones.

I pull my leather jacket tighter around me.

It smells like oil and sweat, but it’s comforting.

A reminder that I’m part of something, even if it feels like I’m stuck in limbo.

“Nothing’s fucking happening,” I mutter to myself, frustration boiling inside.

My eyes scan the horizon, hoping for a glimpse of action, or a sign that Stiletto is still out there. A sign that I know won’t come.

Footsteps crunch on the gravel behind me.

I don’t turn. I know damn well who it is before she speaks.

Siren’s voice cuts through the quiet. “I thought I’d find you here, sticking to the shadows.”

I finally look over my shoulder.

She leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, hair framing her face like a halo.

Her presence is like a shot of adrenaline, but right now, I don’t have the energy for distractions.

“Nothing’s happening,” I say, bitterness slipping into my tone. “Just sitting around while they talk in their little… church.”

“Church?” She raises an eyebrow, smirking as she fights to hold back laughter. “It’s more like a board meeting. Club business.”

“Same difference,” I reply, waving a hand dismissively. “What are we doing? Where’s the action? How long do I have to play this waiting game? I came here to find your sister, not to twiddle my thumbs.”

“Relax, Miles. It’s part of the process.” She glances away, then back at me. “They’re working on leads. They wouldn’t keep us waiting if it wasn’t in our best interests.”

“Leads? We better have something soon. I want to get to Stiletto before it’s too late. And as far as best interests, what about your sister’s best interests?” My voice is low but fierce.

The urgency grips me tight. I understand the MC lifestyle is something the girls have chosen, but I didn’t sign up for this bullshit, so why should I play by their rules?

Siren studies me, her gaze sharp. “You think they won’t find her?”

“Do you?” I shoot back, challenging her certainty.

“Of course they’ll find her. It’s just a matter of when.” She steps closer, all playful energy. “And speaking of matters—when are you going to tell my dear sister how you really feel about her?”

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