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I just had to resist that slow demise.

“That isn’t a good example of non-monogamy,” mumbled Graff, waving his hand toward Sas and Kaos. And then he motioned to the rest of the MC that had paired off with the whores.

“What?” I asked. “You’re into the peace, love, and STIs?”

He frowned. “This isn’t peace and love.”

“Only STIs?”

He said nothing about that, but he flipped to the next song. It grated on my nerves. Was I going to have to listen to rock-rap mix for the rest of my life? It sounded like something straight out a teenage emo’s moody bedroom? Thankfully, my life was looking short.

I was considering pushing him out of the way and finding some good music when he continued, “I’m quite familiar with the peace and love lifestyle.” continued Graff, the conversation not dying like I thought it might. “I grew up in a poly situation.”

I startled back. “A cult?”

“No, not a cult,” he said on an exasperated sigh. “This is more of a cult than where I grew up. As is the Mafia.”

“Oh, that’s definitely cultish,” I said.

“The village I grew up in was a wonderful place. For the most part,” he added like he knew I was going to ask. And I was. He cut me off again by going into further details, “It was peaceful. Definitely full of love. Most relationships, though, weren’t only between two people. As long as everyone was comfortable.” Graff quirked his brow at me.

“Like more the merrier?” I hadn’t meant to sound like a bitch, but I could hear the tone in my voice. I recognized it for part of the façade that I’d been wearing since my father sold me off for marriage.

Graff narrowed his gaze on me, anger flashing. I’d overstepped. The apology was on the tip of my tongue—something Mamà would’ve made me do—but I swallowed it. I didn’t need friends here. I was already surrounded by enemies. Let another person hate me.

Roars echoed up from the crowd as Sas led Kaos back toward the clubhouse, holding her by the forearm, but she followed him like a puppy. Those cheering for him parted like the sea. I recognized a few of the prospects: Ghost, Merry, Pip. They had no girls to themselves, and they probably wouldn’t with their naked MC cuts. The crowd’s cheers died out as the door swung shut behind Sas and Kaos.

Graff was shaking his head and in his stupidly sweet, pity-filled tone, said, “Adelina.”

“It’s fine,” I snapped. “This isn’t a real relationship.”

“It’s notfine,” he growled. His tone was as low as the base in his music. “Unless you meanfucked-up, insecure, neurotic, and emotional.”

“Hmmm,” I mused. “That about sums it up.”

He peeled the headphones from around his neck and handed them to me. “You’re up.”

“Up?” I asked, confused.

“Catch ya later.” He was already walking to the warehouse, showing me his leather-covered back with the skull in The Ridge MC patch staring back.

“I’m putting on something better,” I called after him, hoping it sounded threatening, but Graff didn’t look back at me.

Determination rang out with his boot heels clomping on the cobblestones. He stalked into the warehouse, and something told me he was going to find Sas. But why?

Chapter Ten

GRAFF

Once the warehousedoor slammed shut behind me, the music quieted to a dull roar. The blood rushing past my ears sounded much louder inside. My face flamed, skin sizzling. Not from the bonfire, but electricity had been coursing through my veins because of Adelina.

I couldn’t, though. I wouldn’t. She was the VP’s future ol’ lady, not a sweetbutt. Touching an ol’ lady, no matter how much the brother slept around, would mean my blood. There were too many rules it would break, but I couldn’t just let Sas treat her like she was a piece of shit.

Sas never had been nice. But he’d been a motherfucker since meeting her, so I was bound and determined to find out what the fuck was up with him.

True to her name, Kaos’s moans were loud. Chaotic. I had never fucked her, but the rumor was that she was down for anything and would spur men on with how she screamed for more of the depraved shit our brothers could dish out.

I had heard her many times before, her orgasmic shrieks trapped inside the concrete walls. Now, it seemed fake. With the memory of the hurt in Adelina’s deep brown eyes, it was easy tosee through the pussy haze to realize how cringe it was. My cock deflated the closer to got to Kaos’s moans, unlike what had been happening on the patio with Adelina.

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