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Prologue
Gunner – 24 years old – Five years ago
I look towards Slicer, our treasurer, and raise a brow at him. The fucker has been down ever since he met someone last month on a club run delivering guns and ammo to Wincher's club, the Rebels, and she basically disappeared. He's tried searching for her over the past few weeks with Flame's help, our tech guru, and our road captain, but both have come up empty-handed. He said he'd believe it never even happened if she hadn't left her gold bracelet behind by accident. He's currently fucking someone who wants to work here against the wall, his fucking bare ass in view.
I shake my head; this is his way of trying to forget about the mystery girl called Meghan.
I'm brought back to the bar, which is full of reds and blacks with dark oak woodwork, and the club's logo, a massive hawk with its wings on fire, hangs in a wooden sign above the bar by the sound of a fucking angel.
"I hope that's not in the job description."
I feel my hands go sweaty while Cara, my regular fuck and waitress, looks at me with furrowed brows, but I just clear my throat and turn on my black stool to see who owns the sound of the voice, and I instantly have to swallow my tongue.
The vision in front of me is fucking gorgeous. She must be roughly 5'4"; she's fucking tiny compared to my 6'2". She has thick thighs that are covered in tight-as-fuck jeans, not hiding anything. My eyes travel up past her wide hips and tiny fucking stomach, up to her chest, where a chequered shirt is unbuttoned halfway down, showing a black bralette thing that holds her fucking tits that must be more than a handful at least.
My eyes linger there for longer than they should before they travel up higher, looking at her heart-shaped face that's framed by white, blonde hair with blue fucking highlights. She's got a buttoned nose that's pierced with a dark blue stud, while her plump lips shine with the gloss she has on. I move my eyes up, ready to connect with hers, knowing I'm about to fucking fall, and as soon as my eyes connect with her bright green ones, I instantly suck in a breath while she gasps before swallowing hard. We spark, and I know she feels it as well.
Fuck me, this is what my dad was yapping on about last year when he caught me fucking three women together. This is the feeling he told me I'd feel when I meet the fucking one—the instant feeling of wanting to protect her, the knowing that she's mine.
She clears her throat, bringing herself out of her stupor while I'm still in mine as she raises a brow at me.
"I need the job, but not enough to do THAT.”
She nods her head towards Slicer, and I snort, shaking my head, trying to get over my fucking beating heart that's pounding hard in my chest before I rasp out, "Don't worry, Angel, you won't have to; the girl came onto him; he just doesn't know how to say no at the moment." She nods, and I nod my head to the bar. "Come, take a seat, and we can go through your resume."
She nodded again before walking over to me and sitting on the stool, I nodded toward. I looked towards Cara,who was on water duty for the recruits, being only a waitress and refusing to go any higher, so she was not trained for bar work. I clear my throat to get her attention because if she keeps glaring at this woman, who I know instantly I want to claim, then we're going to have a fucking problem.
She looks at me, her hazel eyes shining with jealousy, before she tries to hide it.
Fuck.
Maybe it's time I find another main fuck until I can convince this girl to be mine. Dad said when you meet the one you'll know, and well, I fucking know, no one has ever made me react this way to them. Shaking my head, I nod to the water, and she gives me a fake smile before flickering her shoulder-length brown hair over her shoulder, doing as I instructed before I turn back to this gorgeous girl who is looking at Cara with a furrowed brow, which soon turns to a raised brow when Cara slams the water down, making me sigh. It's definitely time to find a new fuck if this vision in front of me takes a while to convince me to be mine. I clear my throat again to get this woman's attention while the woman, Slicer, is fucking moaning loudly.
"Fuck, sorry about them," I say while I shake my head.
She nods before looking around me, making me want to growl.
"He is aware that she's faking, right? And that she has a phone in her hand currently recording him?"
What the fuck!
I quickly spin around just as Slicer pulls out of her, grabbing the hand with the phone, his eyes narrowing as he puts his cock away while the girl swallows hard.
“I-I was paid to try to get one of you to fuck me so I could sue you; H-Hairy is very persuasive."
Fucking Hairy, the Devil's VP.
I shake my head before texting our Pres Axel, who has just taken over as president, to let him know the fuckers are at it again. Snake defends every time we tell him what his VP and a few of his brothers are up to; he doesn't believe us, but then again, we are fucking rivals.
Me – Girl was paid to sue us after fucking one of us by Hairy. Our new waitress caught the girl filming her and Slicer.
He texts back a few minutes later while we watch Slicer destroy the girl's phone before dragging her out of the bar, all while this beauty next to me snorts, making me smirk.
I check my phone when it goes off.
Axel – If this carries on, we'll fucking fight back. I don't give a shit how much the old-timers try to protest wanting to keep the peace. There's a new generation in town.
Nodding I put my phone back as Slicer stood next to me. He holds his hand out to the woman, and I have to bite back a growl, making him raise a brow at me.
