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“I know, babe,” Darrow said. He reached out and touched Mara’s face. Gently stroking her left cheek. “We’re never going to fuck again. Ever.”

“Never,” she said.

“You know what happens next then, right?” Darrow asked.

Mara did. She offered her wrists to Darrow. She swallowed hard. Her heart raced.

It was time for Darrow to tie her up and offer her to SOFRAW.

Chapter Seven

One Tense Fucking Moment

There was a decent chance Cyrus would put a bullet in Darrow’s head. There was an even greater chance Cyrus would do the same for Mara. Mara clung to Darrow’s leather cut, feeling the power of each turn, knowing they were getting closer and closer to theSOFRAWclubhouse. A clubhouse that didn’t exactly feel like home to Mara but it certainly wasn’t a strange place.

She once had the ability to walk in there any time she wanted, order a drink, call Maggie a slut, and then leave. Now it felt like she was being taken to her death.

Which she probably was.

Darrow made the turn to go into the lot. Drix and Stu were on gate patrol, which worked out in Darrow’s favor. They knew some shit but not enough to care about Mara on the back of Darrow’s motorcycle. And even if they did care, they were useless fucking prospects. One fucking word and Darrow would put bullets between their eyes.

Nobody was outside the clubhouse.

That’s good, Darrow thought.

He parked his motorcycle and watched how calm and casual Mara climbed off his ride. The expert at being an outlaw’s old lady. God did that turn him the fuck on. Everything Mara did turned him on.

Pussy is deadly…

That’s why we call the whores deecee…

Devil’s Cunt.

Just as Darrow reached for Mara, the clubhouse door opened and Slade stepped out. Several things happened at once right then. First off, this was exactly why Mara told Darrow to tie her up. Handcuffs. Do something to show Darrow meant to bring her as some kind of outlaw sacrifice first. Darrow refused.

If he was going to tie Mara up it would be in the bedroom.

Darrow stepped in front of Mara to ensure Slade didn’t pull out a gun and kill her right away. Now as far as Slade went, imagine his surprise seeing Fitz’s old lady with Darrow.

Nobody in the clubhouse was that fucking blind not to have noticed the way Mara and Darrow continually eye fucked each other. In fact, a lot of the guys sort of figured they had a deal worked out. That Fitz maybe gave his old lady permission to get fucked by Darrow. Or maybe Fitz and Darrow together took Mara.

But this… this had a much different feel to it. Slade reached back, ready to grasp his gun. Just in case Darrow had lost his fucking mind too.

Why is this fucking club falling apart?Slade thought to himself.

“Slade, let me bring her inside,” Darrow called out. “She showed up at my place. Now here we are. Got it?”

“Bring her over here right now,” Slade ordered.

That’s when Darrow grabbed Mara’s arm and pulled her across the lot. He was forceful, his grip tight. It wasn’t needed, but it was good. It painted a story they might have to sell in a few minutes, depending on how this whole thing went.

“We need to sit down and hear her out,” Darrow said.

“You’re here willingly?” Slade asked Mara.

Mara nodded. “Of course. I only took off running once I realized what Fitz was up to.”

“Fuck,” Slade said. “Why didn’t you come here?”

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