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And I’m free.
But more than that, I’ve got Spike, and that’s worth every bullet, every risk.
We’re heading home—together.
Chapter 10
Spike
ONE MONTH LATER
The Wolf Riders’ clubhouse smells like leather, whiskey, and the faint tang of motor oil, a mix that’s become a real home for me over the past month…
The bar is solid oak under my palms, cool and worn smooth from years of rough hands and spilled drinks. I’m bent over it, my jeans and briefs pulled down to expose my ass for all to see.
My heart is pounding with a mix of nerves and that familiar thrill that comes with pushing Kash’s buttons. To my left and right, Dylan, Nico, Caleb, Keegan, and Rocco are in the same position, each of us lined up like naughty boys caught with our hands in the cookie jar.
Except this wasn’t cookies—it was a prank,a big one, and it backfired spectacularly.
“Ummm… so this could get pretty stingy,” Dylan says, looking at me and trying to not look nervous.
“You think?” Keegan jokes. “Yeah, I think it’s going to be bad. Real bad.”
“Pah! I’d still do it all over again,” Rocco says, defiance in his voice as his naked ass shines under the lights.
“Me too,” Caleb and Nico add, both talking at the same time and then bursting into nervous giggles.
The clubhouse is alive with the hum of voices, the Wolf Riders—our Daddies—standing behind us, their presence heavy, commanding.
Kash is at my back, his boots scuffing the floor, and I can feel his eyes on me, that stern gaze that makes my skin tingle.
“We’ve got this,” I say, looking to my new friends as we await our fate. “And we’ll be back making plans again as soon as it’s over!”
We’re a crew now, the Littles of the Wolf Riders, and I fit in here like I never did in Cresthaven.
A month ago, I was a skater kid with a rap sheet and a drunk uncle who barely knew I existed. Now, I’m here, in this rough-around-the-edges clubhouse in Ironwood, surrounded by brothers who’ve got my back and a Daddy who’s claimed me in ways I never thought possible.
Kash saved me—not just from the cops and the Vipers, but from a life that was going nowhere.
That night in Cresthaven, when the bullets flew and Detective Mace took down Skinner, everything changed. Kash’s namewas cleared, we rode out together, my board tucked between my arm and my Daddy’s waist.
I left my uncle behind, a distant memory, and found a family that actually gives a damn.
The Wolf Riders are more than a motorcycle club—they’re a brotherhood, a pack, and I’m part of it now.
Not a full patched member, not yet, but Kash says I’m on my way.
I’ve got my own cut, a prospect patch sewn on, and I’ve been learning the ropes—how to ride a Harley, how to fix one, how to stand tall with men who’ve seen more shit than I can imagine.
Clay, Jace, Tank—they’ve taken me in like I belong, teaching me the code, the loyalty, the way of the Wolves.
And the Littles? Dylan, Nico, Caleb, Keegan, Rocco—they’re like me, a little wild, a little broken, but finding their place under the stern hands of their Daddies.
Today’s mess started with Nico, of course.
Nico’s the mastermind,alwaysscheming.
The plan was to rig the clubhouse jukebox to blast some godawful pop song—Nico’s idea of hilarious—right in the middle of the Daddies’ weekly meeting. We spent all morning wiring it up, giggling like idiots, thinking we’d get one over on Clay, Jace, and the rest.
