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The movie catches my eye, but I don’t focus on it as I spin on a toe and fall into Jordan’s arms. We do a few cool moves before I’m back dancing with a girl, and then I look out at the crowd.

I feel confident enough to not worry about the steps for a second, and I see the place is crowded as fuck. Every single table is covered with people, and we got round tables that fit eight for a reason, might I add. The walls and upper deck—fuck, I forgot they showed me that when we came in—are stacked with people standing and swaying to the beat.

That’s when I see them.

I do another sweep of my head at the crowd, and to the left, three tables back, is the club. And the table behind that, and the guys standing behind that—all club.

Did they all come? How did they even know about this? Are they fans of M? Another cool fact: we call the little impromptu show M. People speculate it’s meant for “movie,” or “mystery,” ’cause we like it that way. Nope, just M for misfits.

Got to love the fact that I also see Carolyn in the crowd now too. Ten to one she would not be here if she knew who she was rooting on.

Every person I know is watching me. Okay, every person but Natalie and Ruby, since they’re not here, and I guess everyone I knew before the whole memory loss. But other than that, I can safely say they’re all here. Watching me.

Don’t fuck up. Don’t fuck up.

Of course, that’s when I twist my foot and land like an oaf on my knees. Thankfully, a guy in the group just grabs my hands and pulls me across the stage like it’s meant to be.

“Thanks,” I say as he stops when we hit the curtain.

“No problem. It was actually a great ending. Might need to add that in next time. You good to go?” He nods to my ankle as he helps me up.

“Yeah, doesn’t even hurt.”

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Bailey rushes up to me, followed by Jordan and Gidget as the number ends.

“Apparently I’m clumsy no matter if I’m walking or dancing. I’m good.”

“You sure?” Gidget asks, and I smile at her.

I like her. She’s quiet and nerdy, and her role tonight is to be the bitch, apparently, but she’s a hundred percent not. Miles is one of the gay guys, which I didn’t get, as Jordan should play that part, but after dancing with him for a few numbers, I understood that it’s a pairing thing over sexual preference. I get lifted up in a few numbers, and Miles is not in the same department as Jordan when it comes to muscles, and I think I need quite a few to lift me. I also love that the other gay guy in the show is also not gay. Or I don’t think so. An older guy is playing the part, and his wife is also super sweet and does the sound for us.

Meekail is partnered with Bailey, who looks amazing. She goes from reporter to hot chick, and she’s got the naughty professor look down pat with the glasses and all. She gets a few lifts, too, and it’s sexy as fuck. While Jordan and I are doing more romantic dancing, she’s basically fire. I think one of the songs even has them basically having sex on the stage. Okay, so Jordan and I have a scene like that, too, but I think it’s classier and sweeter compared to the sexual heat coming off them. I swear if Meekail wasn’t in love with Jordan, he would be all over Bailey in a heartbeat, and vice versa.

“I’m fine,” I reply. “What’s next?”

Chapter 24 – Flint

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ucking hell. This is torture. Pure fucking torture. I’m turned the fuck on and pissed off as hell. I’m proud of Kitten and yet want to cut out the eyes of every man here. And rip the arms off the ones touching her, no matter if they’re her friends or not.

“Guess you’ll be adding ‘banging body and sweet-ass moves’ to that little list of yours, huh?”

“Fuck off, Bass.”

But he’s right. I already knew she had a killer body—got to taste and touch all of it less than twenty-four hours ago—but damn. The outfits she keeps changing into are a glass of cold fucking water just out of reach to a man dying of thirst. Mouthwatering.

I’ve been around women wearing leather and not much more for longer than I’ve known I like riding, and I learned that shit young in life. And yet the way Kitten is wearing these things: leather pants one second, leather bra the next, then this little twisty thing? Fucking hell. I get that they’re going with the movie theme, all things from the eighties with love for rock, which is right up my fucking alley. Love these songs. Never saw this movie before; no decent biker would go to it, or at least admit they saw it. But as I look around, there is not one brother not enjoying themselves.

The dance numbers last only a couple minutes each, but the movie never stops. It’s totally brilliant. Fucking mint from the way this place is busting at the seams with people.

When Law said we were heading out to see M, I had no idea this is what I would be watching. I’ve heard about them, as they’ve been popping up locally for the last few years, but I never went. Didn’t seem like my thing.

Boy, was I wrong.

Even if I wasn’t a fan of the movie, I can appreciate the work they put into this whole thing. It’s like a flash mob on steroids. You never know when they’ll just bust out dancing, since it’s not at every song. More than not, but not every time. And even though some of them are wearing masks, from a full cover to only just around the eyes, they all still look different.

I’m almost ashamed to say that it took half the first song before I saw my girl. Her blonde hair is dyed pink, or maybe it’s a wig. I also wasn’t expecting this, or for her to dance in heels higher than those the vamps wear around the clubhouse. When she fell in that first song, I think half the boys rose to go help her, but then she was just pulled off, and I sat down awkwardly, half wondering if it was on purpose or not.

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