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I blinked, trying to process what he was saying. Why wouldn’t they bang her brains out? Wasn’t that what these sorts of men did with the women downstairs?

“We’re bisexual,” Bronx said, “but we’re in a committed relationship with each other. KiKi knows the score, and she plays along so the club won’t suspect anything. Neither of us has fucked a woman in close to a year.”

Not what I’d expected. I didn’t know what to think of the situation. It didn’t bother me they were bisexual, but it would clearly be an issue with their club. I wasn’t sure how I played into it.

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because you’re safe here with us,” Reno said. “If you really want this life, to be one of the girls the club uses, we won’t stand in your way. We’ll tell the Pres you were abso-fucking-lutely phenomenal in the sack. Just be prepared to back it up with the rest of the club. They won’t go easy on you.”

I sniffled again and wiped away a stray tear before I nodded. “Right. So, I don’t need to take my clothes off right now, but if I stay, I’ll have to do whatever the others want.”

“You sure that’s what’s best for you?” Reno asked.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” I looked between the two of them. “Why is everyone named after a city?”

Reno grinned. “It’s the Pres’ version of road names. We’re each named for the city where he found us.”

“But not the girls?” I asked.

“Just the brothers,” Bronx said. “Last chance to back out.”

“No, I want to stay,” I said.

“Then welcome to the Dark Wrath, little mouse.

Chapter Two

Bronx

The little redhead troubled me. Something was off. Sweet girls like her didn’t end up in places like this. From the way Reno stared at the door, I knew he felt the same. Now that she’d left, heading back downstairs, it would be best for us to part ways. I just couldn’t bring myself to toss him out yet. Hell, most people referred to my room as ours. They knew we didn’t bring girls up unless it was together. There were times I wondered if Vegas had his suspicions about us. If he did, he hadn’t tossed us out yet.

“What do you think of her?” Reno asked.

“She’s in trouble. Not sure from what or who, but that girl is running scared.”

He nodded and leaned back against the headboard. “I got that same feeling. Whatever it is, it can’t be good. Not if she came here as a way to escape.”

Who the hell ran to a club of bikers to be a club whore? What happened to her for this to be a better alternative? The possibilities made my stomach knot. Angelic looking woman like her would be like a beacon in the night to predators.

“Not too sure I like the idea of her being passed around the club. She deserves better.”

Reno sighs. “I know. If I didn’t think it would cause her even more problems, I’d say we should claim her. Make her our old lady. We’re going to need one sooner or later.”

He wasn’t wrong. We’d been walking a fine line for the past year. KiKi had been great about keeping our secret, and something told me Ginger would do the same. Didn’t matter. We’d either have to claim an old lady together at some point, or break up. The club wouldn’t let us be together without a woman between us. I’d known it was coming. The thought of Ginger being the one in our bed didn’t bother me. Hell, I’d be lying my ass off if I said it didn’t intrigue me.

“She’s a tiny thing. Think she can handle the two of us?” I asked.

“We’ll be careful. She’s been hurt enough already.”

I went back to bed and crawled in next to Reno, but kept a bit of space between us. Didn’t need anyone bursting in here and coming to the right conclusion. It wasn’t like we could just walk away from the club. If they tossed us out, it wouldn’t be pretty. We’d be lucky to survive the beating we’d receive, not to mention we both had the club colors tattooed on us. Our brothers would burn it off our skin if we left, voluntarily or not.

“Think Vegas will let her stay?” I asked. Part of me hoped he wouldn’t. But the other part… mainly my semi-hard cock, well, that fucker hoped she stuck around. I liked Reno’s idea of having her between us. A little too much.

“Yeah. I think he will. If for no other reason than to see what it will take to make her break.”

I sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He wasn’t wrong. Vegas was a bit of a wild card, but the man also had a sadistic streak. He liked to move us all around like pawns on a chess board. If he’d taken an interest in Ginger, then he wouldn’t let her go. Didn’t matter if he ever touched her or not. He’d watch the way she interacted with everyone else.

“Your dick is tenting the sheets.”

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