Page 80 of Stiletto's Savior

“That’s the club for you.” He shrugs, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “We’re one big, fucked up family.”

I close my laptop, the screen going dark. “I’m not used to the club life yet, but I don’t have anything bad to stay about it. I like it here, and Song is happy, so I am too.”

A sense of purpose settles in my chest.

It’s not just about the gym anymore—it’s about making something of myself, being part of something bigger.

“Yeah, I understand.” he says, his voice gruff but purposeful. “Look. I don’t normally do this, but do you wanna head out with a couple of us to the safehouse The Commander is holed up in?”

I pause, glancing at him. “Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yeah I wanna go out with you all. That fucker doesn’t realize what he’s done.”

He leans against the wall, crossing his arms. “Okay, great. We’re gonna head out in five minutes, but don’t fret, we’ll be back in time for the party tonight.”

I arch my brows, a smirk creeping onto my face. “You’re really cool with me goin’ with ya?”

“Yeah, I am. I’m not tellin’ Stiletto what we’re doin, though. Make sure you keep it hush hush,” Zane replies, eyes narrowing. “She doesn’t need to be near the man who assaulted her. It feels right in my eyes that as her ol’ man you handle it for her.”

“Me?” I lean back, surprise flickering through me. “You think I can just waltz in and take care of business like that without her knowin’?”

Zane chuckles roughly, “You sure as hell better. Look, you’re young, but in this life we make our choices and don’t worry about the repercussions. You’re family now, Miles. I’ll teach you how to handle yourself as a man who’s in this world. It’s time to step up and this is the first test to see if you can do it.” His tone is serious, but there’s a hint of challenge in his eyes.

“I’ve handled others for her in the past,” I nod slowly, the memories slowly coming back to my mind. “Her mother set her up when she and her sister were livin’ back in the Bronx. Her mother was a well known prostitute. She couldn’t pay for somethin’, Song went lookin’ for her and her mother had set her up to be taken advantage of by a group of men.”

Zane pushes off the wall, a somber look spreading across his face. “Fuck. I had no idea.”

“Yeah, not somethin’ either of us want advertised,” I sigh heavily, “I found each and every one of the men who attacked her and killed them with my bare hands. So, I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty, not in the least bit.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“Let’s do this then.” The words escape my lips before I can second-guess myself.

I’m ready for this.

Zane nods, a flicker of approval in his eyes.

“Meet me outside when you’re ready.”

“I’m right behind you,” I push past him, my heart racing.

I stride out into the crisp Montana air, the scent of pine filling my lungs.

This is what I want—action, purpose—something to make me feel better.

I hit the parking lot, spotting Zane’s massive dually truck glinting under the afternoon sun.

It looks like a beast, black and imposing.

I climb into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin.

“I’m glad you’re coming with us,” Zane says, eyeing me as he gets into the truck and quickly turns it on.

“Figured I might as well make myself useful.” My voice is steady, but underneath, tension swirls. I won’t let it show.

Blackjack, Bolt, and Chaz are already crammed in the back.

They all nod at me.

Blackjack, the VP of the club, grins, his tattoos flexing across his arms. “You ready for some fun?”

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