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“Of course,” Jess said. “One shot of whiskey.”

Cyrus grabbed the shot glass after Maggie poured the drink.

“I’ll walk you out,” Cyrus offered.

Hearts almost fluttering in his drunk eyes. Jess shook her head but Cyrus walked with her anyway. She downed the shot of whiskey to calm her nerves. Outside she felt Cyrus grab for her left hand. She pulled away, turned and grabbed at his shirt.

“And what the fuck are you doing, Cyrus? Huh? Getting drunk like this? You have a charter to lead. And it’s more than just a charter. The entire thing revolves aroundSOFRAW. You know that better than anyone else. I’m sorry for what happened to Priest. I know he’s your right-hand man. I’ve seen the effects of members getting attacked. Members dying.”

“Priest is not dead,” Cyrus growled.

“Jesus Christ, Cyrus, wake the fuck up. He’s been in a coma for how long? Do you want me to spit some stats about comas and head trauma and all that? How long was he on the ground out cold before someone found him? No response? The guy was legally dead. For how many minutes?”

“If you’re suggesting I go up to that fucking hospital and pull the plug on my best guy… my best goddamn friend…”

“I’m the only one who can say it to you, Cyrus,” Jess said. “You want to stare at me with those puppy dog eyes, go for it. I’m the one telling you that thePresidentofSins of Fire Real Anarchy Westdoes not act like this.”

Jess slapped Cyrus across the face for good measure before leaving. Cyrus rubbed his cheek, in awe. Jess was right about one thing—she was definitely the only person who could talk like that to Cyrus. Cyrus caught himself starting to smile.

And—of course—he felt his cock getting stiff.

Mara opened the door to the very last bedroom in the clubhouse. A light was turned on from the opposite nightstand, illuminating plenty on Macy, but not too much. She was asleep on her right side. She looked better than she did at Darrow’s door. Now she looked a little more like the Macy Mara remembered. Mara walked up to her best friend and touched her hair.

“Oh, Macy, I’m so sorry. Fuck. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Mara leaned down and kissed Macy’s cheek. She then carefully touched Macy’s T-shirt, which was completely oversized. ASOFRAWshirt, making it very easy for Mara to slide it down Mara’s shoulder, exposing her best friend’s left breast. Mara covered her mouth with her other hand.

Fitz tattooed his name down Macy’s entire breast. TheFat the top of her chest and theZending at the areola. The letters weren’t the same size or shape. It looked painful, as though Fitz dug the tattoo needle as hard as he could.

Mara couldn’t believe this. Macy made a living from her body. From her breasts. She would have to cover up the tattoo each night. Possibly between each dance. Or what would happen when Macy wanted to take a man home and enjoy herself?

Mara fixed Macy’s shirt, kissed her cheek once more, and then wandered out of the bedroom. She felt cold, empty, and tired. Yet in reality she was warm, pregnant… and exhausted.

She heard the voices from the main part of the clubhouse but she couldn’t do it anymore. Not for the rest of the night. She touched her stomach and walked down the mostly dark hallway. Something about knowing for sure that Fitz was still in the area made her so uneasy. The fact that he could hide so well. Thathe could attack Macy with such ease and such horror. One thing Mara knew for sure.

She couldn’t wait for Darrow and the rest of the outlaws to get their hands on Fitz and tear him limb from limb and make him suffer and die.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Let Me Feel

Mara opened the door to Darrow’s room to find him in his bed. His boots were off, his large, sock-covered feet sticking high up into the air. Wearing nothing but dark colored jeans and a dirty, white T-shirt. Muscles throbbing in all directions. The sleeves of the T-shirt looked to be hanging on for dear life, trying to rip into shreds, knowing one quick flex of Darrow’s biceps and they were done for. His leather cut hung right next to him on the bed post, half theSOFRAWlogo visible.

Darrow looked at Mara. Mara looked at Darrow. Words weren’t spoken yet the two seemed to be communicating.

Mara felt…numb. So fucking numb. She wanted to feel something. She wanted to feel something right now. She walked toward the bed, never breaking eye contact with Darrow.

As soon as her legs bumped against the bed, she inched on top and moved over Darrow. She sat on his legs and opened his jeans. No hesitation. No conversation. No need for anything right now. Mara just wanted to feel…

She pulled Darrow’s jeans down far enough to allow his cock to jump free. He was more than halfway hard, his thickness throbbing with heavy veins. Mara grabbed him with her righthand. Holding his heavy root, squeezing and gently pumping. She felt Darrow’s size pulse as it filled up, growing harder.

With her other hand, Mara touched Darrow’s stomach, sliding his shirt up a few inches. She leaned all the way down, pressing her lips to well-earned stomach muscle. Darrow reached down and dug his fingers into Mara’s hair. He dug hard. But he didn’t command her. He just wanted to touch her. Feel her. Wait for her mouth…

Mara’s tongue teased down toward Darrow’s cock. She turned her head and ran her right hand up his hard cock. She began to kiss his cock from the side. Up. Inch by inch. Kiss after kiss. Scaling his insane length. Until she was finally hovering over the head of his cock.

She placed her hands on the bed. Mara only wanted to use her mouth. She took Darrow into her mouth with force. A slight ache attacked her jaw at the sudden need to open wide to accommodate Darrow’s size.

Mara didn’t care. She welcomed the ache. It was something to feel. Just like the feel of Darrow’s thickness in her mouth. Her tongue without any room. The head of his cock rubbing against the roof of her mouth. Taking him as far as she could, feeling her body’s natural reflexes kicking, telling her to stop. But Mara kept going. Taking Darrow even more.

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