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“I can’t change who I am,” I say softly.

The air between us shifts, and his gaze flickers down to my mouth. My lips part slightly, and as I run my tongue along my bottom lip, my anger soon turns to desire.

“I never want you to change,” he adds as his hand grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back and slamming his mouth down on mine. He backs me up to the couch, laying me down.

I hook my leg over his hip as we continue to kiss. His hand pulls my top down, exposing my breast. Breaking the kiss, he takes my nipple into his mouth. I moan, arching my back and lifting my hips, grinding myself against him.

He lets out a groan deep in his throat before he suddenly lifts his head.

I frown at the loss of contact. “Why have you stopped?” I ask, annoyed. It’s then that I hear the rumble of bikes. “Shit,” I mutter.

Spider jumps off me and I quickly get up, running my hands through my hair. “You might want to cover up,” Spider says, pointing at me.

I look down and see my right breast is nearly fully exposed. “Oh shit,” I say, panicked as I pull my top back up.

A loud knock is followed by Ghost, Hawk, Beast, and Rage walking in. “Yo!” Hawk shouts as they enter.

Ghost’s eyes flicker between Spider and I, trying to get a read on the situation.

“What happened?” Rage asks.

“We were on our way back on the bike and Nova spotted Dean’s truck at the lights. He recognised her, so I ran the red light and brought us here,” Spider explains.

Hawk looks around the room. “Fuck dude, this place is nice. When the fuck did you buy a place in the suburbs?” He laughs.

Spider folds his arms across his chest. “A few months ago,” he answers.

“Why? You never sleep here. You are always at the club. It seems like a waste of money to me,” Rage adds.

Spider raises his brow. “Well, thanks for the financial concern Rage, but it’s an investment. Can we talk about the matter at hand?”

Beast takes a seat on the couch, the couch we were just about to fuck on.

“Well, well, I think you’ve been spending some time here Spider.” Hawk smirks before he bends down and picks up my ripped underwear.

My horrified gaze collides with Spider’s. I want the ground to swallow me up. I’m mortified that Hawk is holding my underwear.

“Nice. I didn’t realise you started dating women that were classy enough to wear underwear,” Beast mocks.

“I didn’t realise Spider dated,” Rage adds.

Hawk bends over, laughing. Rage just stands there and shrugs, his shoulders not getting why Hawk is laughing.

My gaze lands on Ghost’s, watching as his intense gaze flicks back and forth between Spider and I. My stomach sinks at his expression.

He knows.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SPIDER

Ghost’s assessinggaze hasn’t stopped flicking back and forth between Nova and I. He knows. As his eyes land on me, he knows that I’ve crossed a line. “A word now,” he orders before walking off into the garage.

I sigh and follow him, knowing that I’m about to get my ass handed to me. As I step into the garage, Ghost stands there with his hands on his hips.

“Shut the fucking door,” he orders.

I close the door behind me and hold my hands up in surrender. “Look, it just happened. It was the adren—” I begin explaining, but my words are cut off when Ghost’s fist slams into my face. I stumble backwards. “Fuck!” I yell. I immediately lunge forward, my fist swinging to hit Ghost back, but I stop just millimetres from connecting to his face.

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