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Edge blinked. “What, fuck her?”

I pushed out of the chair so fast that it scraped across the floor. Then I leaned across the desk, grabbing him by the shirt, and yanking him forward until I was right in his face. “You wanna keep your teeth, don’t ever talk about Savannah like that again.”

“For fuck’s sake, man,” he muttered, eyes wide now but not scared. “I was joking.”

“Am I fucking laughing, asshole?”

He held up his hands. “Alright, alright. Message received. She’s off-limits for locker room humor. Didn’t realize you were that far gone.”

I shoved off him, breathing hard as I braced my hands on the edge of the desk. I didn’t know what the fuck was the matter with me.

Edge straightened his shirt and let out a long breath. “So, this is a thing now.”

“Shut up.” I dropped my head forward and tried to find my usual calm. I’d never been one to react with emotion.

“She in your bed?”

“Don’t.”

“She’s obviously in your damn head.”

I raised my head to look at him, voice like gravel, full of menace. “I said shut the fuck up, brother.”

Edge stared for a beat, then gave a small nod. “Okay.”

I expected another quip. Another jab. But he just walked to the door and paused with his hand on the knob.

“Whatever this is,” he said quietly, “you better get a fucking handle on it. You’re not the only one it’ll take down.”

Then he was gone.

I dropped onto the chair again and scrubbed my hands over my face. My pulse was still hammering, my blood still hot. I could feel the ghost of her mouth on mine like it had been branded there.

This wasn’t just about leverage anymore.

Hadn’t been for a while.

9

SAVANNAH

Istretched out on the bed with one of the books Kane brought me two days ago resting on my stomach. I was normally a fast reader, but I had only finished the first chapter so far. I’d tried to read the same paragraph four times already, but nothing was sinking in. My mind was too full, my body too restless, and the walls were starting to close in on me.

Cabin fever was real, and I had it bad.

I couldn’t blame it on being uncomfortable, though. The bed was ridiculously soft, the bathroom was now fully stocked with my preferred toiletries, and Kane kept bringing me delicious food. I'd even been given clean clothes from my apartment.

Even worse, I’d started to look forward to the stolen moments with the man who’d taken me. I’d gotten used to the low rumble of Kane’s voice filling the small space when he stayed longer than a few minutes.

That was the thing that had changed the most since he kissed me a few days ago.

Instead of just asking me questions about my brother, he had started to share things about himself with me. Nothing thathelped me figure out what his club wanted from Devon. Just personal stuff.

I knew about the car his dad had given to him and his brother to race when they were teenagers. The fights he used to get into at school. The trouble he’d caused growing up.

He didn’t sugarcoat anything as he gave me a clearer picture of the man behind the reputation. It wasn’t at all what I’d expected from the guy who kidnapped me. I was learning that Kane Beckett wasn’t just some cold, ruthless MC president.

There was depth beneath the danger. A solid, unshakable kind of loyalty. And something magnetic that pulled at me in a way I didn’t want to analyze too closely. Because every time he walked into this room, my body reacted.