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He removes his hand. “He doesn’t hate you.”

Harley frowns. “Don’t need to lie, baby. He despises me and isn’t shy about it.”

I link my fingers behind his neck. “Shut up and kiss me.”

He smirks. “Mm… now say that again but ask me nicely.”

“Okay, how about you fuck me?”

Suddenly, he scoops me up and flings me on the bed, causing me to bounce. My hand flies up to my mouth when I giggle, and then he’s on me, kissing me passionately, leaving me breathless.

Chapter Five

HARLEY

Even though I made love to her through the night, I knew something was playing on her mind, but I didn’t push her to talk.

It’s clear she has stuff going on and didn’t want to discuss it. So I tried to distract her the only way I know how.

Could life get any better?

My dad said we jumped into things too quickly and thinks I’ll eventually tire of Serena. I don’t know why since I can’t get enough of her. She’s the one for me, and ultimately, everyone will see that.

Her dad doesn’t like me, and now I know he despises me after last night. He scowls at me whenever I’m with Serena, so I pretend not to notice. He thought using my club for his benefit was fine, but I guess I’m not up to his standards as Serena’s boyfriend.

I don’t need his consent to date her.

She loves me, and that’s all that matters.

Curly called and said church was at eleven. I’m not allowed in church, but I have to be there just in case.

Glancing over to the other side of the bed, I spot Serena asleep, just a sheet covering her waist and her breasts exposed.

We slept naked last night after I fucked her twice because I couldn’t get enough of her.

Seeing Serena sleeping like this makes me realize how much I want to see her when I open my eyes every day.

I get out of bed, trying not to wake her, and grab my boxers and jeans I discarded on the floor last night. Slowly, I throw my T-shirt over my head, followed by my cut. I glance at her one last time before I jump out the window the same way I got in. I’m trying to avoid her dad this morning.

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“Harley, give the bikes a wash,” Wave says as he throws the keys at me. “Church time.”

I caught them in time and held them tightly. They must get a kick out of annoying me, knowing I hate washing the bikes. I washed these bikes three days ago, and they’re still looking good. Instead, I give a quick nod and head to the garage to get the washing supplies.

This is a prospect’s job.

This is what we sign up for.

We do all the shitty tasks—late-night food and beer run, guard the clubhouse gate at night, monitor anyone who’s trying to come in or mess with us—it’s all part of being a prospect.

I know it’s crap, but it must be done. I need to prove myself before I can be patched in as a full member, and that’s something I’m not willing to jeopardize.

“Snake, give me a hand with the bikes. Wave wants them all cleaned.”

Snake stands after finishing his bike and scowls at me. He has a shaved head, red facial hair, and is as skinny as fuck.

You would think he doesn’t eat, but this motherfucker eats double what I do, and that has to say a lot because I love my food.

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