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“I’m not going to apologize,” he told Jordyn.

“It wouldn’t make a difference if you did,” she retorted hotly. “Now, I have to explain why some Mafioso is chasing after me.”

Chasing after her?

“What?”

“Like you were being discreet in there?” Jordyn asked sarcastically. “Staring at me and touching me? That might be fine and great in your world, but here, that’s not okay. It’s just not! Those guys, they think of us girls like we’re their property and you … You know what, never mind. Get out of here. Maybe I can save what bit of safety I might have left.”

Lucian didn’t have a clue what she was going on about, but it didn’t sound entirely good. “Is that what you need, sweetheart, safety?”

“What I need is for you to go.”

“But—”

“Go,” Jordyn repeated fiercely. “Before something else you do leaves me in even more trouble.”

If that’s what she wanted, that’s what he’d do. Not that he particularly liked it. Lucian turned on his heel and rapped his knuckles on the door. Gio opened it immediately, a silent question passing from brother to brother.

Lucian nodded towards the hall. “Let’s go.”

When the door closed behind them, the phonebook blocking it from locking completely, Lucian let out a heavy breath of air.

“You good?” Gio asked.

“Club Property,” Lucian said, fixing his gun. “What’s that mean?”

“Just like it sounds,” his brother answered. “Property of the Club.”

Lucian’s head jerked up, eyes narrowing. “As a whole?”

“As in all, yeah. You didn’t know that?”

No, he hadn’t.

Chapter Six

Jordyn wrapped the thin blanket tighter around her shoulders. She wasn’t cold, but she needed some form of comfort. Something to hold tight and keep her warm. All she seemed to feel now was alone.

It’d been four days since the Marcello family showed up at Legs, making the scene they had. Jordyn hadn’t even bothered to go to work after, even though the place was open for business every day of the week. She was well aware of how much trouble she was probably in. At least she called in, they had to give her that. Although, she wasn’t entirely sure how much Ron believed her sick excuse.

Jordyn barely managed to scrape through the last week without having to strip. Will was still hiding out somewhere, so she hoped making her life miserable was the last thing on his mind currently.

Knowing him, it probably wasn’t.

Once Chaz had spit at Jordyn that she was now Club Property, she was all too aware of what that meant. The protection she once had from Gabe, his mark on her body and his status within the club, was gone. Chaz might have been nothing more than a low level member of the MC, but he was more likely to have that inside information before Jordyn did.

The last thing Jordyn wanted was to turn out like those other girls. High all of the time, being used for whatever purpose a man seen fit, and walking on their last legs. The life they thought they wanted or were going to have was not what it turned out to be.

“Is that what you need, sweetheart, safety?”

Jordyn almost wondered what would have happened if she said yes. Could Lucian have provided her with that? Probably not. If she was property, that’s all she was. Something to be owned. There was no bartering or a price for her, the guys simply took what they wanted when they wanted it. And like Chaz said, if she didn’t give it up willingly, they’d take it anyway.

What kind of a man would want a woman with that crap hanging over her?

I hate you, Mom, Jordyn thought brokenly.

It was entirely Sandra’s fault for putting her daughter in this situation and leaving her here to deal with it alone. That anger had to go somewhere. At least Jordyn felt like she was doing something useful with it this way, considering there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to the club.