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“Byit,I assume you mean Kaz?”

“Obviously. You’re both adults now. Hopefully, you’ll both act like it, especially with Kaz being a full-patch member now.”

He swallowed back a string of curses and made a face at his dad instead.

“You never know what might happen. You could even become friends. I bet you two have more in common than you think,” Dad said, the hope in his voice making Miles nauseous.

He’d never heard something so preposterous.

“I should’ve stayed at college,” he muttered.

Dad laughed under his breath.

“You’re the one who insisted on still coming home despite knowing we wouldn’t be there,” Dad said.

Miles huffed.

His dads were taking a well-earned vacation alone butwould be back before he had to return to college. He’d known, of course, but he’d wanted some quiet time and the opportunity to see his friends, so he hadn’t minded. He was regretting that decision now. Thoughone partyshouldn’t change his mind so easily, it was a party at the Disciples’ clubhouse which meant Kaz, the fucking menace, would be there.

The Disciples’ president’s son had always had it out for him, and he’d never found out why. Well, they’d barely spoken long enough for him to demand an answer. Not before he slammed his fist into the asshole’s face. He’d done that more than once. They had been out of sight most of those times, but Kaz had said something extra foul to him three years ago in the middle of the clubhouse, and he’d broken the bastard’s nose right then and there.

Kaz had only laughed as if it were some sick game he enjoyed playing.

The asshole had no right to be as gorgeous as he was. It was why he’d been staring at him three years ago. That was when he’d realized Kaz was hot. The kind of hot that could make anyone drop to their knees for him.

Of course, Kaz had caught him staring, and well… he didn’t remember the words they’d shared, though he did remember the blood running down Kaz’s face. He certainly remembered the scolding Dad had given him after.

No, Kaz was a different kind of unhinged, and he preferred staying the hell away from him and his club. Too bad he couldn’t say no to his dad. He’d just have to endureone night of Kaz’s taunting and prodding, and then he’d have nine whole days to himself.

Friends.The word felt like acid. There was no way he could ever be friends with Kaz. He didn’t even want to be in the same room as that asshole.

Hitting a full-patch member would not end well for him but he had more control of himself these days and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to give Kaz the satisfaction of riling him up enough to hit him again.

No, he could do it. He could keep himself in check around Kaz.

CHAPTER THREE

Kaz

HE LEANED back on the couch, his arm lying across Jane’s shoulders. She was giving Wilder the middle finger for making lewd suggestions, much to Solo’s amusement. Wilder flicked Solo’s nose and promptly got pushed off the couch. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when it turned into a full-on brawl on the floor.

Wilder was a notorious flirt, but Jane was wholly unaffected. She was adamant that fucking any of them would be like fucking a brother. They had all met at the Disciples’ shelter and pretty much grown up together, so he tended to agree with her.

“Ten on Solo,” Jane said, green eyes gleaming wickedly.

He wrapped his fingers around Jane’s hair, giving her ponytail a light tug that made her roll her eyes.

“Make it twenty.”

Solo landed a blow to Wilder’s gut that made him regret that bet instantly, but even if Wilder lost the fight, he didn’t care about losing the money. Jane could use it. Her after-school job paid next to nothing.

Years ago, the Disciples had turned their old clubhouseinto a shelter for the kids they pulled off the streets or saved from human traffickers. The Disciples might look like just another one-percenter motorcycle club but the illegal shit they did? It was for good reasons. It was to help and save those who couldn’t do it themselves. It was why he’d wanted to become a Disciple. He wanted to do for other kids what the Disciples had done for him.

Out of the four of them, he was the one who’d spent the least amount of time at the shelter. Ares and Jace had taken him home with them after only a few months. He didn’t know what they saw in him to make them welcome a stubborn and volatile teenager into their family. He still wasn’t sure why they’d pickedhimout of every kid at the shelter. There were certainly more deserving kids than him, but he’d had an instant connection with Jace and Ares, even if he’d fought against Ares’ affection in the beginning. Jace claimed it was because they were so much alike. He knew that was likely true. They were certainly both too stubborn for their own good.

He loved his dads, which was a strange thing to think and feel. He’d barely known what love and affection were before them. Before he had a real family. Wilder, Solo, and Jane were his family, too. Solo was the one who’d been at the shelter the longest and was the first he’d met and bonded with. Wilder and Jane arrived together and while she’d been a scrawny kid, thanks to her time on the streets, she hadn’t taken shit from anyone. Wilder had kept her safe out there, and she was the first person to show Wilder what love and trust meant. Kaz could only be thankful they’d had each other out there.

Jane was the one who’d approached Solo, and he’d brought Kaz with him into their weird little group of friends. Wilder and Solo were both twenty years old and out of the shelter, while Jane was only seventeen. Not that you could tell. The result of living on the streets as a kid meant growing up real fucking fast. He was turning nineteen in just a few weeks himself. His dad hadn’t let him prospect for real until he’d turned eighteen, but he’d been riding with the club since he was sixteen and could legally get his license.

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