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My father had apologized repeatedly, and honestly, I didn’t blame him.

He didn’t make Marco do all those things.

He didn’t have a hand in what I now knew about Marco.

All those poor kids.

My heart wept for them.

But they would never know that Zagan MC took the man who was largely responsible out and sent him to hell.

But I knew.

And even though my bedroom felt like it was tainted, I still slept like a baby.

Asher

Chloe’s mother’s words came to mind as I hung up the phone with Teague.

I only had one skeleton in my closet, and it was split into two parts.

I now knew where to find her. I also found out how she’s been able to avoid me for the past five years.

I just didn’t expectherto find me before I had foundher...

Chapter 12

Chloe

Three days later, the party at the clubhouse was in full force, and I had my hands thrown up in the air, I spun around, swinging my hips in time to the music.

There was just something about a slow rock song that fed the soul.

And I lived for it.

And I was glad that I got to live for it.

Had it not been for that candlestick holder, I stopped that train of thought.

And I was glad I had because just as I lowered my arms, I ran my hands through my hair, my eyes were closed, my hips swaying, when I suddenly felt the hairs on the back of my neck prickle.

When I opened my eyes and twisted my head, taking those in around me my head, I felt my breath stall in my chest.

Those eyes.

Those mesmerizing gray eyes of his were on me.

And. They. Were. Heated.

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was to dance erotically, just for him.

Pretend that everyone in the room faded away, and it was just the two of us.

Or I wanted to be the big girl that I was and stalk over to him, climb onto his lap, whisper in his ear to clear the clubhouse out, and ride the heck out of him.

Was it getting hot in here?

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