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THREE

DASH

Her laugh cuts through the music, and my gaze finds her before I realise I’m looking.

She’s fucking magnetic.

Black hair, full lips painted blood red, and eyes that scream trouble. That tiny fucking skirt shows creamy thighs that are begging to be wrapped around my neck. Drama isn’t my thing, but with her… fuck , I’d risk it.

I sip my drink, watching out of the corner of my eye as she laughs again.

It sounds real, like she’s dancing on top of the world, but I hear the brittleness beneath the fakery. I saw it in her eyes, too.

Something about that vulnerability cracks open that soft part of me I buried after her . I haven’t thought about Kendall in years.

Ten fucking years…

And I still won’t say her name out loud, won’t let her poison sit on my tongue for even a second.

I shove the memory back where it belongs—six feet underground—and bury the ache for the kid I never got to meet.

This woman isn’t her.

I don’t even know her name—just that she’s Ivy’s friend.

“You speak to Rav?”

I’m jolted out of my thoughts. My gaze snaps to Mace as he leans against the bar next to me. His shoulders are tense, like his nervous system is walking a tightrope.

We all are.

I knew shit was fucked-up in the club. It’s why I wanted to patch into another chapter.

Crank and Grub are burying us in blood and dirt that we’ll never wash off.

It’s not what I signed up for. I was ready to leave, and then I stepped off the fucking ledge into the unknown. I’ve been free falling ever since.

“Yeah.” I tear my gaze from her and focus on the brother flexing his fingers next to me.

“And?”

I kick my brow up. “You really want to talk about this here?”

Riot steps up to my other side. A warning, or a show of solidarity, I’m not sure.

“Better here than in the clubhouse.” He tips his bottle in my direction before sipping. “Too many fuckin’ ears.”

He’s not wrong. The list of people I can trust is small. “Rav wants us to feel out who else might come over to our side,” I say.

Everything I knew has been turned upside down in the last few weeks. I went to Ravage, our mother chapter president and president of the London chapter, intending to leave Birmingham. I already had one foot out the door when I turned up at the clubhouse.

I didn’t fucking expect the bomb he dropped on me.

I didn’t know there were plans to take over simmering beneath the surface.

Crank and Grub, their days are numbered.

And yeah, that is a fucking relief, but it’s also suffocating.

Our chapter is at war with itself, and men I’ve called ‘brother’ might stand in front of me as enemies in the coming months.

Men I might have to kill.

Riot stares at me. “You okay with all this?”

Not even a little. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“You know I couldn’t say shit about this back then, right?” The thread of guilt in his voice doesn’t surprise me. Riot’s loyal to the people who mean something to him, and we were friends— are friends.

So, I let him off the hook. “Yeah, I know.”

His hand lands on my shoulder, squeezing. “I’m fuckin’ glad you’re on our side, brother.”

I nod, because what the fuck else is there to say? There wasn’t a choice. Fight for my club or walk the fuck away.

I can’t throw away ten years of my life, my loyalty—not when I’ve bled for this club.

So, when Ravage gave me an ultimatum wrapped up in the illusion of choice, I fucking stayed. Even knowing this could cost my life, the life of men I respect, I fucking stayed. Because my brothers need me.

And because I knew Rav and Nox wouldn’t let me walk out of there still breathing if I didn’t. Those men don’t allow problems to walk out the door.

So, I bargained my loyalty for my life.

“Don’t get cocky or push too hard,” Mace warns. “Crank’s a sneaky bastard. He’ll sniff out any hint of betrayal.”

I sip my drink, wishing it was strong enough to numb this shit. “I know how to handle him and Grub.”

Her laugh catches my attention again, and my gaze locks on her. “Who’s the girl with Ivy?”

Riot follows my line of sight. “One on the left is Katie. The other’s Dayna. Both fuckin’ batshit, but they’re good to Vee, so I ignore their chaos.”

Dayna .

It doesn’t suit her wildness, and I can tell she wears her name like a costume.

“Brother, trust me, don’t fuckin’ go there.” Riot’s warning prickles along my skin.

“Why?”

“That girl is a walkin’ red flag. More baggage than a fuckin’ airport. She ain’t gonna settle down. She’ll use you and walk away without lookin’ back.”

Maybe I don’t want serious. Maybe I just want the distraction, a warm pussy to get lost in, to make me forget for an hour or two.

You think she’ll be that for you when you can’t keep your fucking attention off her?

“I’m not looking to marry the girl,” I murmur.

Her eyes suddenly lift, as if she can sense we’re talking about her, and our gazes collide.

Her breath hitches and a flush creeps over her chest, like she knows what I’m thinking. She doesn’t look away. Neither do I. I’ve always been the predator, but right now I’m her prey. She tilts her head to the side, an invitation to play, a challenge, and fuck, I want to.

“Good fuckin’ luck.” Riot smirks before heading over to his fiancée.

Mace lingers. “You sure you’re good with all this?”

The club shit, not the girl who has my balls in a vice.

“Are you?”

“No,” he admits. “But also not surprised it got to this point.”

Me neither. Crank hid behind the patch when we were at war with the Pioneers. He cowered while brothers bleed and died.

Dayna stands, grabbing her bag off the table. She says something to Ivy, but her eyes flick to me. Again, that sultry little invitation dances between us.

I track her as she slips around the table and weaves through the crowd. She looks back at me once before she vanishes into the swell of bodies.

Fuck.

Riot’s warning flashes in my mind, but I ignore it. I need release from the tension crushing my bones.

I slide my bottle onto the bar.

“Nate was right about the girl,” Mace warns. “She’s fuckin’ crazy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I take off in the direction I last saw her.

The music is too loud, too distracting from my hunting, and there are too many fucking people in this room.

One of the strippers—I don’t remember her name—makes a grab for me as I pass, but I sidestep, focused on picking out dark hair.

I find her standing at the back door, breathing in the cold night air. Her face is tipped towards the stars, her eyes closed, like she feels the shift in the universe too.

“I wondered how long you’d make me wait,” she says.

She’s bold. Fire and yet ice. Dark and yet light. She’s a walking contradiction, and yeah, Riot was right. I see the shit she’s dragging behind her, the weight of whatever trauma she has, but when she throws a smile over her shoulder at me, I don’t care about any of that.

She’s beautiful. Beneath the hurt, the pain—whatever the fuck she’s hiding behind this demeanour—there’s a raw vulnerability. One that has me checking we’re on the same page.

“And what are you waiting for?”

“A tall, blond biker.”

My skin heats as I step towards her. “Yeah? I tick those boxes for you?”

As soon as I’m close enough, her fingers curl into my kutte. She’s smaller than me but not fragile. Not delicate. This girl has bite. I feel it.

She leans in. “He also has to have a massive cock he knows how to use.”

Her words are a front, but I lean into it. The back of my fingers trail over her cheek before resting around her throat. Excitement flashes in her eyes.

“Careful what you wish for, sweetheart. I’m not like the little boys you’ve fucked before.”

She smiles. “Good. I don’t want a boy, Dash. I want a fucking man.”

I dip my head and take her mouth.

She tastes like alcohol and something sweet. Her fingers tangle in my kutte before sliding under my clothes and resting on my abs. I kiss her like I’m claiming every part of her. My hands cup her face, giving me control to put her where I need her.

Her tongue is electric as it swipes mine, teeth clashing, a duel between two desperate people.

This isn’t working. I need her closer, need more control. I hoist her into my arms, and she wraps herself around my neck, her ankles crossing at my back as I press her against the wall behind us. My hands tighten around her thighs as her back hits the plaster, our mouths never parting.

Fuck, she feels amazing. Her body is pliable, all soft curves against mine, and I want to explore every inch of her. I let her down, the top of her head barely reaching the bottom of my chin. The moment I do she grinds against the hardness of my cock, dragging moans from both of us.

“Fuck, baby.” I move from her mouth, down the column of her throat to that dip in her neck, kissing and nipping as I go while she continues to roll her hips against my shaft. “You feel that?”

“I feel it,” she gasps. I haven’t even taken a stitch of her clothes off and she’s already writhing for me.

“That’s what you do to me.” I kiss back up to her mouth, sliding my tongue against the seam of her lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Dayna. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

Her head tips back against the wall, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed beneath her makeup. “Yes.”

That breathy little moan she makes is like dynamite.

I need to touch her, to feel her wetness on my fingers.

I slip a hand between our bodies, under her skirt, and drag her underwear down.

She steps out of them as I run my fingers through the curls covering her pussy.

She is soaked, and I smirk as I push two inside.

Her back arches off the wall, forcing my fingers deep into her scorching heat. She circles her hips, riding me, taking exactly what she wants and needs, and fuck, it’s sexy as hell.

Her pants come quicker, breathier as I fuck her with my fingers, my thumb circling over her clit. She grasps my shoulders as she shatters, digging in hard enough to bruise. Her eyes squeeze shut as her climax rolls through her, but I don’t give her a second to relax.

I nip at her ear as I unbutton my jeans and shove them down just enough to free my cock.

“Babe, I’m not packing party favours tonight, so please tell me you’re covered.”

She gives me a lazy smile. “Relax, Casanova. You think I’d drag you back here without being protected?”

Thank fuck for that. “You okay with me coming in you?” I give her a sanity check, a chance to walk away if she wants, even though ending this would kill me.

“Less talk, Dash. More fucking.”

I chuckle, lifting one of her thighs, and then I line myself up. In one deep, possessive stroke, I bury myself inside her slick heat. Her throat tightens, her breath catching, and somehow, I get even harder.

I drag back just a fraction before slamming back into her with enough force that I know I’m going to feel it in the back of my thighs tomorrow.

Her spine hits the wall, and I wrap my hand around the back of her head. I don’t want to give her a fucking concussion.

Over and over, I drive into her, guttural sounds ripping out of my throat, sweat beading on the back of my neck as she clings to me like I’m life-saving driftwood tossed into stormy waters.

I’ve never had sex like this in my life, not with girlfriends, not with one-night stands, not with anyone.

Her climax hits first, her pussy squeezing my cock so tight I see stars before I go over the edge myself. I spill into her, my hips stuttering as she milks every drop from me.

I lean a hand against the wall above her head, my legs suddenly jelly as my breath tears out of my chest. She sags back against the plaster, her skirt still bunched up around her hips, that small patch of hair covering her cunt like a pretty invitation.

She gives me a lazy smile as she slides off my dick. The loss of her heat, of her tightness almost has me grabbing her and demanding round two, even though my cock is not up for a repeat performance yet.

“That was dangerous. Anybody could have walked around the corner and seen us fucking like rabbits.”

This girl…

“Does that excite you, baby?”

“Sex excites me, Dash.” She pulls her skirt down to cover herself before she picks up her underwear. “That was fun.”

My brows draw together.

“I’m not sure if I should be offended that you just reduced the best sex of my life to ‘that was fun’.”

She snorts before cursing at the sticky mess on her thighs. “I have to clean up. Thanks for making my evening a little better.”

She walks off towards the bathroom, still holding her underwear in her hand and just before she turns the corner, she gives me a smirk that goes right to my cock.

“Maybe I’ll see you around, Dash.”

And then she’s gone, and I realise how right Riot and Mace were when they said this girl is trouble. Because she just bulldozed through my life, and now that I’ve tasted her, there is no way I’m not going back for more.