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Unlocking my 2021 Corvette Stingray Z51, the bright graffiti paint job shining in the moonlight, I opened the door and climbed in, relaxing into the seat as I started the engine and it rumbled to life. I pulled my hood over my blonde hair before glancing at my phone, but Luna hadn’t messaged me once, not that I could blame her.

I pulled up my tracking app, most of us had it to find each other in case of an emergency, and I scowled as Luna’s location pinged at Stanley’s house. Of course she’d run to him after I’d been a bitch.

I smacked my palms against the steering wheel before putting the car in gear and driving towards home, not bothering to go to her. I’d deal with our tiff later.

For now, I just wanted to go home and fall into bed.

ChapterOne

Riley

Present

“Idon’t know how you guys enjoy this,” Luna mumbled from beside me as we watched my older sister, Beckett, beat someone to a pulp in the fighting cage. She was a member of the Bloody Psychos’ street crew, following in our parents’ footsteps alongside our adopted brother, Maddox, who just so happened to be her fucking boyfriend. She was also dating Jett Emerson, our other brother’s best friend. Not that Ryder seemed to mind losing his bestie to his twin sister.

We had a younger sister, Marla, but she tended to avoid us mostly. She was in her final year of high school, and she was really smart.

Our family wasn’t exactly seen as normal. The fact that we had one mom and nine dads kind of proved that.

Diesel, Skeeter, Slash, Caden, and Tyler were all members of the Psychos crew, while Hunter and Marco ran the Devils. Lukas and Jensen helped out with bar work sometimes between the crews’ establishments, but they were more than happy to leave the crew stuff alone.

The Psychos had the shed where they ran regular cage fights, the Devils owned the Devil’s Dungeon, which was a nightclub with adult entertainment, and two of the Psychos owned the Harley’s Bar, which was the main bar in town.

Luna’s uncles, Alex and Harley, owned it, but they sometimes needed help when it got busy and their wife, Jade, wasn’t able to help, or their son, Landon, was at school with us.

I glanced at Luna, her brown and green eyes darting away from the action with a cringe as Beckett broke the other girl’s nose, sending blood spraying across the cage. I’d grown up around the violence, so had Luna, but her parents ran the Reapers of Chaos crew which rarely organized fights, they were more about pussy and adult entertainment. They owned the biggest strip club in town, which was down at the Docks. Wet Dreams was impressive, I couldn’t lie.

My family hosted fights multiple times a week here at their crew’s main hangout. We called it the shed, nothing fancy. It was massive, and being the main base for the Psychos’ crew meant it was busy daily.

A massive bar lined one wall, the fighting cage opposite it for easy viewing, then there was the main office at the back by the bathroom. There were other rooms where dodgy drug business was done, and I knew for a fact many people had been tortured and killed in another.

I didn’t ask questions though since I wasn’t a member, and I didn’t want to be. I only knew what I’d heard over the dinner table at home.

“Why do you come if it makes you queasy?” I asked, my lips kicking up into a smirk as I loosely held the handle of my trusty baseball bat, absently tapping it against the toe of my shoe. I never left the house without it, it was my baby. If it wasn’t in my hands, it was always in my car. “If it’s just an excuse to get away from Stanley, we could’ve found something else to do.”

Irritation flashed across her pretty face, but she refused to look at me. “I wanted to hang out with you. It has nothing to do with Stan.”

“We could’ve hung out at my place and watched those terrible romance movies you like,” I pointed out, rolling my eyes when she gave me a silent shrug. She was infuriating sometimes, but I liked how soft and gentle she was. She was nothing like me, and that was a breath of fresh air.

Beckett won her fight, not that anyone was surprised, so I grabbed Luna’s arm and tugged her towards the bar. “Come on, we don’t have to watch the others. I only care about Beck and Maddox’s stuff.” She didn’t pull away from me, allowing me to drag her across the shed and towards the bar where one of my dads was serving beer to people. I waited for him to finish before I leaned against the bar with a smile. “What’s a girl gotta do to get a beer around here?”

Diesel’s hazel eyes narrowed with annoyance until he realized it was me, his entire face softening as he pushed his light brown hair from his forehead to see me better. “I didn’t know you were coming tonight. Hey, Luna.” She gave him a small wave, stepping closer to me as someone bumped into her. I snarled at them to fuck off, finding immense pleasure in watching them drunkenly scamper away. My sister might have been the fighter, but everyone knew I’d beat someone into mincemeat with my bat if I wanted to. “Can you not scare away our customers?” he added dryly, grabbing two glasses to pour us each a beer. “It’s a school night too. Don’t you have homework or something you should be doing?”

I snorted, raising an eyebrow as I leaned against the bar with my elbows. “Ashburn Valley University has the worst education system around. The curriculum is hardly even classified as a community college standard. So, no, I don’t have homework.”

“We did offer for you to go elsewhere if you’re so passionate about your education,” he replied sarcastically, handing me our beers. “I also know Hendricks wouldn’t like Luna here this late. Things get rowdy, you know how it is.”

“We just wanted to watch Beckett’s fight and have a beer. We’ll head home soon,” I grumbled, flicking my gaze to Luna as she stiffened beside me. I turned around to find Penny walking towards us. She was one of our dancers from Devil’s Dungeon, and her pussy was obsessed with me. I raked my gaze over her, and despite her being off shift, she was wearing a leather skirt with her ass poking out the bottom, a halter crop top with her hard nipples very obviously pushing against the soft white material, and her black, strappy,fuck-meheels.

She tossed her platinum blonde hair over her shoulders as she smirked at me, her voice sultry. “Hey, babe. Can I help you?” I smirked as I leaned back on the bar, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against me, my bat still gripped in my other hand. She fisted the front of my hoodie and crushed her lips to mine without a word, rubbing herself against me like a cat in heat.

I had no issue fucking a girl more than once if they kept it casual, and Penny liked her freedom. She came to me when she wanted to fuck, and left me alone any other time, sometimes going months without speaking to me.

“Riley,” Diesel warned. “What have I told you about screwing our employees?”

I groaned, pulling back from Penny to peer over my shoulder at him, my arm brushing against Luna, the only sign that she was still there. “You don’t give Ry the same pep talk. He fucks literallyallof our employees. Maddox did too until Beckett tied him down.”

He snorted, giving me a dirty look. “I reminded those boys regularly to keep their dicks in their pants, so don’t pull that sexist shit with me.”