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Despite the banter going on, I could only imagine what Mallory’s reaction would be when I brought her here. I knew she didn’t like the idea of the club, but like Wolf had said, she had to get used to it.

Five minutes had passed before I pulled myself out of my head.

“Anna!” Wolf’s roar shook the house as the white-haired woman ran through the club room with a wave, shoving something in her bag.

“See you later, boys!”

Wolf stormed down the hallway as she escaped out the doors just like before. He growled, keeping his hands pressed over his eyes as he staggered his way toward the bar.

No one said anything. No one dared ask.

“Mint, pass me a damp cloth,” Wolf demanded. “And a beer.”

Mint passed him the beer first, and Wolf pressed it against his eyes. When he brought it away to blink, they looked red and irritated, blending in with the expression on his face.

Lamb leaned forward and took a long inhale through his nose before he said, “Boss, you smell like flowers.”

In the end, Lamb got a black eye, and Pretty and I were both two hundred dollars lighter.

Worth it.

Chapter Eight

Mallory

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Stop it!” Hunter snapped.

“Then you stop it! I’m not going, and neither is Adair.” I folded my arms over my chest and gave him my best stubborn face.

“When I said you’re going, I meant you’re going. So is Adair. I won’t let you keep my nephew out of the very thing his father loved.”

“I don’t care.” I knew Noble had loved his club, and his devotion was one of the things I had admired about him. He had been a Black Angel brother through and through. But that didn’t mean I would expose Adair to it.

“I don’t give two shits if you don’t care. You’re going.”

“Hunter, you can’t force me to go.”

My space diminished rapidly as Hunter took one long stride toward me. His huge body leaned over me in a way that made me feel like a mouse.

“I can,” Hunter growled, his voice rolling over my skin. “But you don’t want me to.”

Oh, yes, I did. Images of him and the kitchen rolled like a wave of fire across my nerves, but I shoved them down and dug my heels in.

“No.”

“Then tell me why.”

“There’re ten thousand different reasons.”

“Name one,” Hunter challenged, not moving out of my space.

I was once again pinned against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, beginning to think this was one of his fetishes. I was also beginning to scrape through the rest of my mind, looking for a decent answer and ended up blurting the first one that came to mind.

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