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Normally, I would have gone over there and knocked them down a peg or two before they started breaking shit like usual when they sparred inside, but I felt too pissed tobother.

Instead, Wolf stepped up, clamping his huge tattooed paws on both of their shoulders. “Take it outside,” he ordered, but his death grip on them told them he didn’t want them fighting anyway. Their winces showed they got the message. He let go before facing the room of cramped bikers. “Lockdown islifted!”

Cheers erupted throughout the room, and they became even louder when Mallory suggested a club barbecue to get rid of all the excess food, not wanting to waste it if everyone was going home tonight. Though a club barbecue meant a party later on, which in turn meant everyone was going to get trashed. And since nobody was allowed to ride drunk, not unless they wanted Wolf on their ass for it, that also meant everyone would end up crashing at the clubanyway.

I sighed, dropping my head down into my open palm. My finger clicked the button on the side of my phone before I realized it and my clear display flashed up at me. For a second, I felt calm. And then I didn’t. I let out a loud, frustrated hiss, throwing my phone on thetable.

“Woah there, Anna,” Pretty said as he came up next to me and looked down at my phone with those soft blue-gray eyes. “Wouldn’t leave it there, or you won’t getitback.”

“Bitches can have it. It seems to be doing fuck all for me,” I seethed. I glared at it and wouldn’t be surprised if it set alight with the will I was throwing into it to justcombust.

“Knew you were pissed earlier, but I figured it’s ’cause your old man was gone,” Pretty said, throwing his hands up defensively as I turned on him. “Since he’s back, I’m beginning to thinkotherwise.”

“If I were in a fucking mood, Pretty, you’d know about it,” I hissed. “Because if I were in a mood, it would be at you for leaving your shit around the clubhouse allthetime.”

Pretty’s face turned downcast in an instant. “I came over here to cheer you up, you know,” he said, blond hair falling over his eyes. “My bad.” He turned and walked away, making me feel bad for snapping at him. But he wasn’t the first, and I had a feeling he wouldn’t bethelast.

Everyone had been keeping a distance, but with the excitement in the room for the barbecue, I had a feeling one of them would come into striking distance soon enough for whatever the fuck reason. I didn’t want to snap at them, but this bubbling frustration that was locked inside me wasn’t disappearing just because I wanteditto.

“Fuck,” I hissed, scooping my phone off thetable.

I turned and found myself smacking bang into a hard chest. I had moved fast enough that I was sent staggering back, and the only reason I didn’t land flat on my ass was the huge hand coming around mywaist.

“Hands off, assho-” I snapped, looking up. “Ohshit.”

“Oh shit is right,” Wolf growled, dark eyes flashing under his heavy brow. “Come with me. Now,” he demanded, sounding pissed as he grabbed me by the wrist and began dragging me off through the clubhouse back to his beloved punishment room, where he threw me without care onto the bed like discardedsocks.

I hissed at the careless action as I went to get back up, but Wolf’s huge hands were now on my slim shoulders and shoved me back down. “Sit the fuck down,” he snapped before letting go, leaving a lingering burn of warmth on mypaleskin.

I didn’t bother trying to get up again, knowing he’d just shove me back down anyway. So, I folded my arms over my chest and fixed him with a glare instead. “You better have a good reasonforthis.”

“Verbally throwing the brothers on their asses for doing fuck all good enough?” Wolf growled. I opened my mouth to argue, but Wolf beat me to it. “Just ’cause you’re pissy, Anna, doesn’t mean you get to go around tearing the brothers anewone.”

“Whatever,” I hissed, knowing he was right but still too annoyed to care. I kept my eyes away from his but made a point of keeping my arms folded over mychest.

“So?” Wolf probed, a thick eyebrow crooked at me as he folded his own huge forearms over each other, making the muscles bulge under his skin and his shirt tighten around hisbiceps.

“So, what?” I snapped, trying not to let my eyes be tempted. I was annoyed, for Christ’s sake, not some droolingteenager.

“So, you going to tell me what’s got your panties in a twist?” Wolf pushed, his eyes curiously skimming over my face, looking for some kind of tell, which I knew for certain Ididn’thave.

“Do you want the list in chronological order or alphabetical?” Iretorted.

“I mean the real reason,” Wolf argued, seeming overly patient in finding out the answer compared to usual. “You’re not normally this much of abitch.”

I growled at the comment, but Wolf was right. Again. I was a controlled person and never let my emotions get the better of me; it was difficult to get me riled up. I had an attitude, of course, but I wasn’t an indiscriminate bitch and didn’t take to being cruel for my own pleasure. Unless it was Wolf. With Wolf, all bets were off. Nevertheless, unless you did something above the bar I’d set, the bar which meant that I’d kill you and feel good about it if you did something beyond it, I didn’t normally get thisbitchy.

I stayed silent, not wanting to talk about it. If I did, I feared I’d go on a massacre and wouldn’t be able to stop until I tore that person who put me in this goddam mood toshreds.

As I stayed silent, I saw Wolf give an overly dramatic sigh. “You’re not going to tell me,” he stated. “And you don’t look like you’re going to come out of that mood on your ownanytimesoon.”

I stood from the bed. “If you get it, letmego.”

“I said you wouldn’t be able to get out of it on your own,” Wolf rumbled, his hand reaching for the door and turning the lock with a softclick.

The sound sent my body on high alert as my gaze jumped to him, my arms dropping down by my side. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice betraying mydefensiveness.

“I’m going to help you get overyourmood.”

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