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“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I laughed as Edge ordered me another vodka.

He just ignored the comment, grinning as the waitress poured my drink and slid it across the bar to me. “I think you’re already drunk.”

I was a little tipsy, it was true. But I knew how to handle my alcohol. I wasn’t a lightweight like he seemed to assume I was. I held my hand up and tilted it from side to side.

He laughed. “Last one, then we’ll head back to my place. The boys appear to have taken a liking to you, and asked if you were coming back around tonight.”

My stomach sunk at the thought, but Edge seemed proud that his men had seemed to accept me into their folds. I didn’t get the same vibe from them as he did. I knew Sith was still very suspicious of me, and Rip just seemed to find me amusing. There were one or two other men who had come and left last night. Why they hadn’t stuck around, I wasn’t really sure, but they wore Vicious Vultures club cuts on their backs, which made me think that there was more of the club around than we’d initially thought.

That alone made me very nervous.

Satan’s Sanctuary was not a big club. And even with The Brothers here, Kev, Ham, and Blizzard, they could easily be outnumbered.

I threw back the short drink and smiled through the harsh taste. “I’m ready, let’s go before I can’t walk, let alone sit on the back of your bike.”

Edge threw some money down on the bar and placed his hand on the small of my back as he led me out the front doors. Being with Edge was a rollercoaster ride at its finest. He was such a gentleman, holding doors for me and his touch was always soft. It wasn’t until we were around his brothers, or he talked about his club, that I got the feeling that there was more to him than what I was seeing.

He turned a little colder, he laughed less, and he said things that I wouldn’t expect.

It was like his club was a venom if even the tiniest shot of them was injected into his veins he became infected with their poison. The more time I spent with him, the more I understood what he’d meant when he explained how he’d gotten his road name.

It was like watching Jekyll and Hyde. So far, I’d managed to curb the anger but I knew eventually my time would run out and I would get to see first-hand who the real Edge was. I just hoped that when that time came that I wasn’t alone. Because I was sure I wouldn’t survive it.

There were four bikes parked outside the house when we pulled up, and I could hear loud music blaring from inside. My senses told me straight away that this wasn’t good.

The second Edge opened the door Sith spotted us, a beer in one hand and a white glass pipe in the other. He grinned, but it wasn’t welcoming, it was dark and sadistic.

The door closing behind me was like a dark omen.

“Ah, our lovely Lily! I’m so glad you could join us!” he exclaimed, holding his hands in the air like I was the best friend he hadn’t seen in years. The music was lowered to a soft melody in the background. “Come, join the festivities!”

“Celebrating something?” I asked warily, but with a forced smile. I stepped into the living room where the men sat. One had a woman draped over his lap, but she looked almost like she was falling sleep as she struggled to keep her eyes open and alert.

“Every day is a celebration when you’re part of the Vicious Vultures, my dear.” He beamed.

There was a round of lazy cheers from the men who filled the small space and Edge chuckled behind me.

“Dee, Mal, this is our friend, Lily.” The two men who I had yet to be introduced to lifted their hands in hello. The girl almost toppled to the floor from one of their laps, but he caught her just before she fell. They all laughed, but she didn’t even attempt to move, her body sagging as he pulled her back closer to him.

If it hadn’t been for her eyes flicking open occasionally, I would have assumed she was dead.

“Take a seat, take a seat.” He gestured to a plastic chair that looked like it had seen better days, but I smiled tightly and sat carefully, gauging its stability before I let it take my whole weight. Edge shoved Rip and he shuffled down the sofa to make room for Edge’s big frame, the three men sitting on the small seat looked almost comical.

“Glad you came back.” Rip grinned lazily over at me.

“Think you guys could scare me off that easily?” I laughed.

I caught a smirk flicker on Sith’s face. “Nah, we like you. You’re good people, just like us.”

That’s debatable.

“We wanted to welcome you to the Vultures family. Edge here mentioned that you’ve had a few family problems.” My eyes shot to Edge, who gave me a sympathetic look which told me he’d shared more than I would have liked. “Well, no more. Because now you’re one of us.”

The tone Sith used was low and devious.

I slipped my hands into my pockets and slid down in the chair, hoping that they wouldn’t notice that they were shaking profusely.

“Wow! I dunno what to say.”

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