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THE SMELL OF coffee and bacon pulled me from sleep, but it was the solid heat of Spinner’s body against mine that kept me from moving.

I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through the blinds, my body aching in ways that had nothing to do with pain.

Aching in ways that reminded me of last night.

Of him. Of us.

Spinner’s arm was draped over my waist, his breath warm against my neck. His grip was still possessive, even in sleep. Like if he let go, I’d disappear again.

I sighed softly, rolling onto my side, brushing my fingers across his jawline.

“Watchin’ me sleep again, Luck?” His voice was rough, gravelly from sleep.

I smirked. “What if I am?”

One eye cracked open, lips twitching. “Then you could at least have the courtesy to wake me up properly with that wicked tongue.”

I traced a slow line down his bare chest, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. “If that’s what you want.”

Spinner’s fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me in for a slow, lazy kiss.

A loud knock on the door shattered the moment.

Gearhead’s voice carried through the wood. “Patch’s men just rolled in. Devil wants everyone downstairs.”

Spinner groaned, dropping his forehead against mine. “Timing’s a bitch.”

I laughed, pushing at his chest. “Come on, I’m starving anyway.”

He sighed, rolling onto his back, stretching. “Fine. But after this, I’m kidnappin’ you for the rest of the day.”

I arched a brow. “Kidnapping?”

His grin was all mischief. “Yeah. We’re far from bein’ done.”

I smirked, rolling out of bed before he could pull me back under him. “You don’t have to kidnap me. I’m a willing hostage. Now get up.”

By the time we made it downstairs, the clubhouse was already buzzing.

The air was thick with the scent of coffee, the low murmur of voices filling the room.

And then I saw them.

Four men and one woman—new faces, all radiating intensity and purpose.

Spinner’s hand settled low on my back as we approached, his voice gruff but relaxed. “I’ll introduce you.”

Devil stood near the bar, arms crossed, eyes sharp as he watched us come in. “Luck, you doin’ okay this mornin’?”

I hesitated for a second. Devil wasn’t the type to ask questions he didn’t need answers to.

“Yeah,” I replied, surprised he even gave a shit.

I barely had time to process it before one of the men stepped forward.

The first thing I noticed was his ridiculous height. The second was the cocky smirk.

“Wrath,” he introduced himself, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “Before you ask, yeah, I got the name ‘cause I’m deadly. But also ‘cause I drive women to madness.”

I snorted. “That so?”

“Oh yeah, sweetheart.” His grin widened. “You ever get bored of this one”—he nodded at Spinner—“you just let me know.”

Spinner growled.

Wrath just laughed.

“Jesus,” another man muttered, shaking his head. His voice was calm, controlled, but there was a hardness in his dark eyes that said he wasn’t one to mess with. He had that military look about him—sharp, disciplined, unreadable.

“This is Soldier,” Spinner said. Soldier just nodded, already moving on to the next thing in his head.

Then the third guy, standing slightly behind them, grinned lazily, rocking back on his heels. “And I’m Snipe. I shoot things. Usually with bullets. Sometimes whiskey.”

I liked him already.

Spinner gestured to the last guy, the one who looked out of place with his glasses and bookish appearance. “And this is Kickstand.”

Before I could respond, my attention snapped to the woman standing just behind them.

Dirty blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, sharp green eyes, a casual hoodie and jeans—pregnant, by the look of it.

She studied me for a second, then stepped forward. “Hi, Lucy. I’m Jaycee. I hear we have the same mission—just different approaches.”

I blinked. “What?”

“I thought you were gonna wait to talk about that, Nightingale,” Kickstand muttered.

My breath caught. “Nightingale?”

I turned back to her, my mind racing. “You’re Nightingale?”

Jaycee’s lips curved into a knowing smirk. “You know me?”

I took a stunned step forward. “Yeah—me and my friend know your work. He’s Oliver Twist.”

Jaycee’s eyes lit up with recognition. “What a small world,” she murmured before taking my hands in hers. “We’ve been working together and now we are together. Where’s Oliver?”

My heart thudded.

“I’ll get him over here,” I said, still trying to wrap my head around it. “He’s gonna fangirl you, though, so get ready.”

Jaycee laughed. “I can handle it.”

I couldn’t believe it.

Things were falling into place.

Spinner.

My mission.

And now?

A new family.