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“You fucking whore.” I grit out.

“Careful, Princess, I know your secret.”

Fuck her. I lunge, digging my fingernails into her windpipe. Her ass hits the lip of a nearby table. Her back crashes across it, knocking drinks to the floor. The occupants leap to their feet to avoid the splash. I climb over her, smashing my bottle against the wood edge, almost slipping in the liquid. Pushing the glass into the supple skin of her neck, I grin like a sociopath.

“Who can you tell if I slit your vocal cords?” She claws at my arm, her eyes wild. “You ever threaten me again, I’ll kill you,” I warn her.

Strong arms encompass my waist, yanking me away from her. Callan’s scent engulfs me as Grease pulls Georgina to her feet. I want to lean into Callan, surround myself in him, but I remove myself from his grip. “She started it,” I defend.

“No fighting in the club. You know the rules.”

The rules are ridiculous. She needs put in her place. Preferably, far away from me.

“Not the entertainment I came for, but good nonetheless,” the yeti booms.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” Georgina screeches, frantically touching her throat and checking her hands for blood. My knees sting. My heart pumps out of control. I feel crazed and unsettled with her knowing my secret and having power over me.

“Georgina, come on.” Callan reaches a hand out for her to grasp.

Her.

I stare at his back as he leaves the room to help a limping Georgina. I didn’t touch her damn foot, why the hell is she limping!

Fuck this.

I march down the hall to Kitty’s room and knock lightly before opening the door, half expecting to find her crashed out on the bed, but it’s empty. Her shit is all over the place, but her room offers me comfort. Closing the door, I flick the lock, then whip the top over my head and kick off the jeans she loaned me, dumping them in a laundry basket by the door with Kitty’s dirty clothes strewn around it.

If the wine doesn’t come out, I’ll have to get it dry cleaned and bill that hostile witch. I move to her dresser and swipe a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt out just as a door opens across the room.

“What the fuck?” Kitty’s voice rings out, her tone coated with the buzz of alcohol.

“What the fuck?” I repeat back to her.

She’s come from her en suite naked with Tim standing behind her.

“Rogue.” She swallows, pointing a finger toward me. “What the fuck is that tattoo?”

Even knowing exactly what she’s talking about, my head drops down to look all the same.

Dammit.

CHAPTER19

FRIEND OR FOE

“Rogue?” The word bleeds into my brain and pops every vessel. Why the hell did this have to happen now? I’ve barely even gotten through this shit with Callan and now Kitty knows my secret too.

“I can explain.”Can I?Anxiety obscures my thoughts. The air thins between us. It’s been such a short amount of time knowing her, yet like Callan, I can’t face her hating me—us not being friends. She’s saved me from my sorrow swallowing me up and consuming me.

“Oh, can you? Because it looks like the Devil Skull Rider’s insignia.” She shakes her head, shifting her wet blonde hair around her shoulders.Blonde?She doesn’t seem to care that she’s naked. She’s smaller in height but slightly curvier around the hips than me. A couple cute tattoos decorate her abdomen, and her nipples have piercings.

“What the hell are you doing with Tim?” I deflect, flitting my gaze to his over her shoulder. He’s been standing there stoic, like a freaking statue caught in the eyes of Medusa.

“Fuck.” He winces, exhaling. “You can’t tell anyone about this,” he races back into Kitty’s en suite, leaving her and I to face off.

“Were you showering?” I wrinkle my brow, crossing and uncrossing my arms. Nervous energy makes me feel restless. Keg winds himself around my ankles, his soft fur offering comfort.

“Don’t change the subject,” she seethes. Marching to where I’m standing, she bends to pick up Keg and moves away from me like I would do something terrible to him.

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