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“Mhm,” I hummed, nodding once at the bartender who set my food and beer in front of me. I grabbed them. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

A pretty pink blush stole over her cheeks at the pet name. “Lindsey,” she told me, her voice a little quieter.

I smiled at her, and she blinked, looking just a little bit dazed. “I hope to see you at eight in the morning, Lindsey.”

With that, I walked toward the booth the guys were sitting at, my dick stiff in my jeans.

She was going to be trouble, but fuck, I couldn’t damn help myself.

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Lindsey

Blowing out a soft breath, I stared at the fenced-in property in front of me. The chain link fence was high—about six feet—with barbed wire wrapped around the top of it. A black privacy screen was wrapped around the fence, making it a little harder to see through.

I’d heard things about motorcycle clubs and bikers. I knew enough to know that there were some good clubs out there—ones that supported their community, did charity fundraisers, and other things like that. And then there were the one-percenters who lived on the wrong side of the law.

Staring at this fence through the windshield of my car, I had a feeling Blink and his club were one-percenters. And I wasn’t all that sure how I felt about it.

With a sigh, I stepped out of my car and walked up to the gate. It was unlocked, so I lifted the latch and pushed it open enough for me to drive through. After driving through, I closed the gate back and then found a place to park that seemed out of the way.

“You drive that?” Blink asked as I slid out of the car.

I squeaked and jumped in surprise before spinning around to face the man that had crept up on me so easily. He still looked as good as he did yesterday. His medium-length, almost-black hair was pushed back off his face by a pair of shades, so his dark eyes were even clearer to me than they’d been last night. One of his long-fingered, scarred hands that I’d subtly admired the night before in the bar was wrapped around a coffee mug, and the other was shoved into the pocket of his jeans.

Blink was tall and lean, but power emanated from his pores. There was a hint of confidence in every single move he made that I deeply admired.

“What’s wrong with my car?” I demanded, a tad defensive. It’d been what I could afford. I wasn’t exactly rolling in money, and my parents were so strung out on drugs that when I’d left at eighteen, they hadn’t even seemed to notice I was leaving.

Blink grunted, running his eyes over the vehicle before looking back at me. “It doesn’t even look safe to drive, darlin’.”

I tilted my chin up the slightest bit and crossed my arms over my chest. “It may look like nothing, but I’ll have you know this car has been good to me. It’s reliable. That’s all I need it to be.”

His lips quirked at the corners in amusement. “You got your things?” he asked instead of continuing to argue with me.

I opened my back door and grabbed my two mere bags of belongings, which were just one suitcase for clothes and the other for my toiletries. He frowned down at my bags. “That’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it,” I told him, getting a little pissy now. “I don’t have much.”

He stared at my bags for another moment before turning on his heel and gesturing for me to follow him. The clubhouse was a two-story, long wooden structure that was pretty non-descriptive. But the inside was gorgeous. It was very rustic with log-cabin-like walls. I felt like I’d stepped back a century the moment I walked through the doors.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathed as I took in the dangling, overhead light fixtures and the wall of shelves, which contained numerous liquor bottles.

“Thanks,” he gruffly murmured. “Let me show you where you’re staying.”

We walked up the stairs to the left of us, and he led me to the second door on the right. After pushing it open, he stepped aside and gestured for me to walk through.

The room was gorgeous and looked much like downstairs with the log-cabin-like walls and dark, wooden furniture. It was done in warm colors, and the bedding was black. The air was cool, unlike the crappy motel I’d been slumming it in for the past two weeks. The air conditioning was downright blissful.

“Oh, this is great,” I told him, a wide smile on my face. I turned to look at him. “Are you sure I don’t need to pay anything?”

Blink shook his head at me. “No. Room and board is free, just like I promised.” He nodded his head toward the bed. “Set your things down so I can show you around and give you instructions on what to do.”

I quickly set my things down beside the bed and followed the handsome man out of what was now my room.

I had a safe place to lay my head at night, a place with air conditioning and food. Honestly, this was the best my life had been thus far.

The rain pounded against the kitchen window as I wiped down the counter before setting the cloth aside and washing my hands so I could check on the food. I’d been cleaning all day, but it was nice. Quiet. No one bothered me. The guys occasionally checked on me, but otherwise, they left me to my own devices.

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