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If I planned to wait for an explanation, I’d be disappointed because he turns away. Grabbing his arm, I say, “That’s it?”

He pauses and looks at the ceiling. I sense that I’m annoying him again but whatever his issues are, they aren’t mine.

“Wolf?”

Exhaling heavily, he grabs my hand and drops it before pushing me gently toward the great room. “Baby girl, go with Toni.”

Eyeing the tic in his jaw, I say slowly, “Only after I speak to Duke.”

There. I’m compromising. That’s progress. Right?

Wrong.

Wolf swings around and presses me against the wall, barking, “What’s the deal with my brother?”

“What do you mean?” I whisper. When I press my palm against his cheek, his nostrils flare as I whisper, “Wolf?”

His stormy eyes drop to mine before he steps back, his hands clenching, and says, “What do you want with my brother?”

“Why are you so upset?” I stammer.

Breathing deep, he looks away and says, “Answer the fucking question.”

I don’t know what I did wrong, but I refuse to cower. Instead, I lift my chin. “It’s about Miriam. Mama’s paying someone to hurt her.”

He stares at me like I’ve grown two heads before his eyes soften and he touches my cheek. I shiver under the caress before he yells, “Duke!”

Of course, I flinch away and with a sigh, he drops his hand. I miss the contact and the look in his eyes, but turn my thoughts when Duke appears and Wolf says, “Explain.”

By the time I’m done, I’ve got two scary scowls aimed my way and shame burns my throat for my family and their actions.

“Bring her here,” Wolf says and Duke nods before walking away.

Relief makes me noodly, but I stiffen back up when Wolf says, “Now, will you go with Toni?”

I made a promise, and I don’t plan to back out, but I make sure my chilly stare conveys my displeasure. Wolf merely grunts and I find myself shuttled off with one of his lovers.

Chapter 22

Wolf

My nose stings from the smell of charred flesh and I rise from where I’ve been waiting in the corner. Spyder clearly has a high threshold for pain but I’m tired of listening to him mock us while he writhes around with his dick flopping in the air.

I didn’t want to leave the clubhouse because I don’t know who I can trust but we won’t know who the traitor in our midst is without questioning this fuck.

Instead, I made sure that Toni keeps an eye out and threatened every single brother with torture before we left. Still, I’m consumed by worry as Jersey works this piece of shit over.

Meanwhile, Spyder seems to be mocking us. I no more want to touch the damn thing than the others, but this one needshis cock. I mean, we all do, don’t get me wrong but Spyder has inextricably linked pleasure with pain.

If I remove it, what happens to the pleasure? Does it become just pain?

Jersey eyes me curiously as I pick up a long, serrated knife and approach Spyder. He’s panting, his chest dotted with sweat but his lips curve in a sly smile as I approach and he says, “Your turn, pretty boy?”

Pulling up my own smirk, I show him the knife and grab his dick. He hisses and I grit my teeth. When he undulates beneath me, I raise a brow, and this is when Spyder freezes. That’s right, fucker. I don’t give a shit.

“My dad taught me a lot when I was a kid, but the one thing that sticks with me…,” I say, glancing at him. He eyes me warily as I squeeze his cock, and he arches into the air. Despite the fucked-up circumstances, I smile as I say, “He taught me that fuckers like you all bleed the same.”

With that, I take the knife and start sawing against his boner. I admit, I’m repulsed by the whole thing but if making him a eunuch gets the job done, I’m willing to get dirty.

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