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“It’s a cut,” he says absently, setting me aside and approaching the open door. “What else?”

“I don’t know. I couldn’t see his face. He was tall, maybe. He smelled funny. Like grease or oil…like, a burning demon from hell.”

It’s funny the things you remember after the fact and with a shiver, I lean over my knees and bow my head.

“What about his patch? Did you see it?” he barks, and I flinch, sucking back a sob.

After a moment, he touches my hair, and rasps, “Did you see his patch, baby girl?”

Shaking my head, I look up when he tips my chin back and presses a kiss to my forehead before saying, “Let’s go.”

“Where?”

“The clubhouse.”

After our conversation, Wolf packs me up and takes me to the compound. This time he doesn’t avoid going through the front though and while I find it a small victory, it’s the least of my worries as Wolf gently pushes me inside.

“Toni,” he barks, and I stiffen. Surely not, but apparently, yes. Has he lost his mind?

Toni approaches with a sexy swagger that I couldn't begin to emulate and jealousy at the thought of him with her burnsthrough me as she looks at him from below impossibly long lashes and says, “Yeah, baby?”

If looks could kill, Wolf would most definitely be lying on the floor. Since he’s completely ignoring me though, it’s lost on him.

I also lose track of the conversation when I spy Duke through the masses. His grim gaze meets mine and he nods as I step forward, and say, “Duke!”

He pauses, his brows high but I miss any sort of social cue as I run toward him.

“Duke,” I say breathlessly before Wolf picks me up from behind and growls, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“What? I need to speak to Duke,” I cry, flailing in his arms.

“No,” Wolf says, setting me on my feet and pushing me in the opposite direction.

“Wolf!” I say, slamming my hand on my hip.

His eyes widen. His brows lower before he grabs my hand and pushes me down the hall.

“Wo—“

“Nope. Quiet,” he barks, and I rear back. Why does he sound annoyed? I’m the one who should be mad. First that Toni girl and now he won’t let me speak to his brother.

I open my mouth, and he groans before slamming his lips to mine. I open on instinct, and he slides his wicked tongue inside.

Flames lick through my veins ending in my core and wrapping my arms around his neck, I arch against him. The primal sound of his growling sends a thrill through me which is why I’m appropriately confused when he pulls back.

His breath puffs against my lips as he stares at me quietly. Easing away, I drop my arms and say, “What?”

Did I do it wrong? Is he displeased? I wish I could read him better, but his moods, so far, have been grumpy and grumpier.

“Nothing. Go with Toni,” he says gruffly.

Frowning, I shake my head. “No.”

“No?” he sounds so confused that I open my mouth to repeat myself except he cuts me off. “Lilli, you don’t understand. I get it so I’ll explain it to you.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t argue with me.”

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