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I have to admit that I like it when he does that—crowds me. In fact, I want more of it. But that doesn’t stop me from backing away from him out of natural instinct. I want him closer, but I’m also scared to death of not him but myself when he gets there.

My back hits the wall at the same time he lifts his hands and slams them on the wall beside my head. My lips part as I stare up at him, wondering what he’s going to say or do next. I’m not sure what I expect. No, that’s a lie I tell myself. I expect him to kiss me. I want it—crave it.

And I know I shouldn’t.

“You’re right. You should go home,” he hisses, his mouth dangerously close to mine.

I open my mouth to say something, but then he starts to talk before I can get a word out, although I don’t know what exactly I had planned on saying, so that’s okay.

“But not Austin,” he grunts. “This is your home, Spencer,” Brew murmurs, his voice dropping to a dangerously sexy tone and rumble that I don’t think I could ever forget, not in ahundred years. “It’s always been your home. It will always be your home, and now it’s time to come back.”

I want to tell him to fuck off, to go away, and ask him why he gives a shit about any of this. It’s not like we had a real relationship. We had an encounter, and I was embarrassingly stupid about the whole thing. It makes me wince and cringe just thinking about it.

But I don’t, because I want to be here. With him. With Humble. As much as I have distanced myself from this place and these people, I am at ease with them all. They are still the only family I have—that I will probably ever have.

I blink away the tears, trying to keep from crying, but they roll down my cheeks anyway. Searching his gaze with my own, I can’t stop myself—my emotions. Brew lifts his hand from the wall and glides the backs of his fingers down my cheek.

“Come home, beautiful.”

Home.

Come home.

This may be my home, but I have nowhere to go here. And as much as I want to make people believe that I’ve done spectacularly for myself, I don’t have a healthy savings account by any means.

Even if I found a decent place to rent here, there’s no way I could afford the first and last month’s rent, plus a deposit. And then there’s the fact that this area is not really equipped for my car.

There are so many factors against me coming back here. Except here is where Humble will be, where Brew is, and where I wish my future could take me.

CHAPTER

EIGHT

BREW

I can tellthat Spencer is hesitating. I don’t really give much of a fuck, though. She’s coming with me, and I’m locking her ass up. Tonight, we’re not fucking around with the Southern Mafia. Granddaddy made promises, signed a treaty, and it’s already been violated, so it’s fucking on.

No more warnings.

We should have never let Loner live. He infiltrated our club, spied, and was a full-on fucking piece of shit. The only reason he survived our club was in an effort to keep war at bay, but that has already gone to hell in a handbasket, so war it is—and Loner is the first man on my list to be taken out.

I personally want to watch him bleed out… slowly. I may even enjoy a beer while he does, wearing a smile on my face the entire time. This fucker thought he could become a member of our club, stab us all in the back, and get away with it. He almost did, too, which pisses me off even more.

Spencer follows behind my bike in her stupid-as-fuck Tesla, but as much as I want to hate it, she looks damn good behind the wheel. It, without a doubt, fits her little hippie ass.

Riding up to the clubhouse entrance, I jerk my chin toward the gate controller. The prospect dips his chin and opens the gate for me, and I take off toward the main building, Spencer behind me.

Once we’re parked, I make my way over to her car and grab her bag from her hand. “C’mon, beautiful,” I murmur.

“Brew,” she calls out.

Stopping, I turn to face her. “Babe?”

“What happens after whatever this is is finished?”

Arching a brow, I watch her for a moment. It’s clear that she wants something from me, but I want to hear her say the words. Her gaze searches mine. Then she takes a step closer to me. Her tits almost press against my chest, and I want nothing more than to feel every part of her pressed against every part of me.

But not until this shit tonight is finished.

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