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“Too fucking cute. I’m gonna go get us some supplies.” Meraki pulls a rectangular device from her pocket and taps away on it. I’ve seen Viking, Meatball, and almost every other member of the MC use them—as well as the teenagers on Euphoria.

“Today is my eighteenth lunar year.”

“Wait?” Meraki grabs my hand. “It’s your eighteenth birthday? You’re legal? This is fucking perfect.”

“It is?”

“Baby, when I’m done with you, there’s no way Viking will see you as a kid.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Viking

After church, I calledWolf and Hunter. Both agreed to come, but it would be another forty-eight hours before either would make it. Sitting around makes me fucking antsy. It makes me want to kill things.

I shove open the door to my room and stop dead in my tracks when I lock eyes with Arie. She lies on the bed, another book in her hand. Her hair is now candy-apple red, dead straight, and falls around her waist, but her eyes?Gods. Her eyes are rimmed with kohl, sultry, the definition of “come fuck me”. My dick is instantly hard, straining against my jeans.

It’s like she’s trying to kill me.

“Holy shit!” Meatball says behind me.

Prospect lets out a low whistle. “LM got an upgrade.”

I clench my jaw so tight my teeth creak.

“Get the fuck out.” My voice is low and deadly. They scramble to obey before they get their heads smashed in. I ball my hands into fists, relax them, and do it again. It takes all my restraint to not bend her over the bed and fuck the shit out of her. “Gods. What the fuck did you do?”

“You don’t like it?” Arie runs her fingers through her bright new locks. She pouts. Her perfect bottom lip jutting out. I want to take it between my teeth, run my thumb over it to see if it’s really as soft as it looks, but I can’t. I’m old enough to be her father, and this girl is slowly fucking killing me one glance at a time. She climbs off the bed. The shirt she’s wearing is one of my own, one that I wear when I lift. One that opens all the way down the sides, giving me the perfect view of her tits, stomach, and the side of her body.

Fuck.

She tries to push past me, but I grab her arm and whirl her around until her chest is flush with mine.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going in that?”

“To the bar.”