Page 7 of Pieces We Keep

“You’re classy.”

“Not really.”

“Oh, are you a naughty bitch?”

Frowning at how he mocked me, I inhaled sharply. “I should have stayed over there with Tomcat. At least, he didn’t make fun of me to my face.”

Eagle glanced over the heads of the partying women standing between Tomcat and him. Earlier, I’d caught sight of his club brother watching us. Right then, Tomcat was too interested in Walla Walla’s antics.

“Go back and party with him, then?” Eagle sneered at me.

“No.”

Eagle surprised me by grinning. “Good. He’s not good enough for you.”

“You mean good enough for the spy?” I muttered, kicking myself for fouling up what could have been a hot moment.

Eagle erased the space between us. He was suddenly right against me. His scent broke me immediately. I swooned under his presence. Staring into his buttered-chocolate eyes, I couldn’t breathe.

“Your name is Irina,” Eagle said, and his voice wrapped me up even before his arms did the same.

His lips covered mine, devouring my gasp. The world fell away. The loud, overheated party dropped into a void.Only Eagle existed.

When he tried to end the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his waist and refused to free his lips. Eagle kissed me deeper. This one went on and on. Every time he freed himself, I’d signal I wanted more. He always obeyed my lust.

My phone’s alarm awakened me from my lust-filled stupor. I staggered away from him, barely functioning. Where was I? Did I exist except as an extension of this sexy, powerful man?

“I have to leave,” I mumbled, staring at him like I couldn’t look away.

“Why?”

“I must get home. I have a curfew.”

“Like a little kid?” Eagle asked before frowning. “Are you married?”

“I don’t know,” I said as my mind swam from the booze and lust. “Not anymore. Not in years. That was another lifetime.”

Eagle reached for me when I stumbled back through the front double doors, toward where the Uber driver waited.

“What the hell, Irina?” Eagle grumbled when I kept backing away despite holding his hand.

“You have to free yourself!” I declared like a crazy person. “I can’t let go. I don’t want to leave.”

“Then stay.”

“I can’t. I didn’t give myself enough time,” I explained as I reached the idling car. “Can I come to the next party?”

Eagle watched me like I was certifiably nuts. I didn’t blame him. I was out of my mind, struggling with feelings I’d never known before.

Rather than deal with my madness, he kissed me before letting me disappear into the back seat. As I admired him from the rear window, Eagle watched me. He looked so confused by what happened.

Right then, I knew I’d return each week until he demanded I stop.

Each week, I raced back to his side. Eagle always asked questions, but I refused to answer them. Working for Todd Rogers might be a dealbreaker. Eventually, someone did learn my identity and ratted me out to Eagle. However, he didn’t ban me from the Pigsty.

Each week, I needed another taste. I liked to believe he did, too.

Feeding my obsession wasn’t easy from the beginning. However, Marky Rogers’s recent death made my addiction even more dangerous. The Steel Berserkers Motorcycle Club and the Rogers family seem to be on a collision course.

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