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“I want to show you something.” She practically floated in glee as she waited for me to respond. When I opened my mouth, she jumped the gun and asked, “Can we take a ride?”

She’d been on my bike plenty of times before, but suddenly this time felt different. We’d been seeing each other for almost a year. She practically lived with me at the clubhouse. It was time to make a decision.

I smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Come on. Let’s go.”

Once she settled behind, she wrapped her arms around my waist. Every time she climbed on my bike, a calm settled over me. She had a way of doing that.

She rested her chin on my shoulder and said, “Head out of town, and I’ll tell you where to turn.”

I missed it the first two times. The third time around, I slowed so much I thought I might drop the bike. But then I saw what she pointed at. A small opening in the brush. Barely big enough to get my bike through.

“You want me to ride in there?” I asked, idling at the opening.

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” she joked, knowing I was always up for an adrenaline rush.

I twisted the throttle and roared into the brush. The branches struck us as we rode up the hill. If we weren’t wearing helmets, our faces would have been scratched to hell. I vowed to send the prospects over to clear a path large enough for the bikes to drive up.

When we got to the top, she hopped off and rushed to the edge.

“Hey, slow down.” I pulled her back, afraid she would slip right over the side. The thought of losing her made my chest hurt. It was the smack I needed to do what I had been thinking about for weeks.

“Be my old lady,” I said, and Rachel gasped before turning around in my arms.

“What?”

“I want you to be my old lady. Be my forever.”

Her smile looked sad at first, and I thought she would say no. Then it brightened and she threw her arms around me and kissed me.

When she pulled back and looked up at me, I asked, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes!”

Looking out over the town, the memory faded as I heard a bike coming up the path. My heart began to race, and I closed my eyes. I felt like a fifteen-year-old punk with a crush.

I didn’t turn around when the engine cut off. I stood facing the town. As long as I didn’t turn around, I could anticipate it being her and not a prospect out looking for me. Her footsteps were light. Barely making a sound as she walked closer.

I slipped my hands into my pockets for fear that I might reach out to her. Rachel’s words came back to me, but I brushed them off.

It had only been a few months. It didn’t matter what Rach had said. Even if I did consider taking on another old lady, the sexy little pixie wasn’t an option. I was too fucking old for her.

Chapter Nine

Kytten

I was taking a chance driving down the dirt road. There wasn’t anything down here but a single property and the clubhouse. But it was a throughway. It led out to farmland that stretched for miles.

I would probably be less conspicuous driving a car, but I didn’t have a car. Only my bike. I hated cars. I could barely see over the fucking dashboard, so once I got my license, I took the test for my bike endorsement. Living in Vegas, it was always hot. No need to be in a cage.

My helmet kept my hair covered. The pink would be a giveaway. Though none of the women currently living at the clubhouse would have any reason to think I would be there. One of them I had never even met. Though she was the one who affected my life the most.

Just not in a good way.

Not the way we impacted the women we helped. No, she had the ability to tear my life apart. Take away everything I had.

My thigh began to itch, and the rumbling in my head started. Whenever I thought about her and everything I could lose, the monsters begged to scream.

They screamed when I couldn’t.