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I lost my grip on reality but knew when I awakened, I’d hunt. What a prize I had to chase.
I would kill the male who helped her and then fuck her again.
She would never escape me.
A DONE DEAL.
That was what Talon meant. Together. Not just for one night, either.
God. The man was an endless flirt, but Ilovedit.
And the way he called me beautiful, using that husky, deep voice, made me want to jump him, say to hell with rules and waiting, and let him give me all the orgasms I could want.
But the logical, organized part of my brain insisted this was too soon, and I didn’t know anything about Talon.
I stared into his summer sky-blue eyes and couldn’t help cracking a smile. “Do you always go after what you want this relentlessly?”
He scoffed. “You think this is relentless?” He shook his head, a smirk riding his lips. “Baby, you haven’t seen nothin’ yet.”
I believed him.
I shifted my bottom off the crate and found a comfortable spot on the ground, hugging the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The heat in the room had dried the floor and pushed the moisture away from us. My gaze swept over the flames and returned to Talon.
“Ask me.”
“Hmmm?”
“Ask me whatever you want to know. I’ll tell you anything except club secrets. I can’t risk my patch.”
“Your patch?”
“This.” He stood, picked up his leather vest, and took a seat beside me. “See this?” He indicated the logo on the back. “That’s us. The Devil’s Murder MC. My family.”
I nodded, scanning the double pistons and black feathers.
He flipped the vest over. “This is a cut. It’s the most important thing I own. My road name is on the front, and so is my rank. I’m an enforcer.”
My fingers traced the patches that read TALON and ENFORCER on the front of the cut. “You earned this, didn’t you? Like the military.”
He snorted. “Not quite. We’re on two sides of the law, beautiful. I prefer to make my own rules and follow the ones designated by my club. I answer to my pres, V.P., and my Sergeant at Arms. That’s it.”
“I see.”
“But to answer your question, yes. I earned my patch and my spot in the club. I prospected for over a year first and got the shit beat out of me more than once.” He laughed as his shoulders lifted in a shrug. “It made me tough.”
“It sounds like a hard life,” I observed.
“It can be,” he admitted, “but here’s the thing. You never go through it alone. The men in my club are family. Brothers. Closer than blood and far more trustworthy. I owe them my life, especially Rook and Crow.”
“Who are they?”
“To answer that question, I have to explain something first.”
“Okay.”
“My old man was a workaholic. He stayed out late and wasn’t around on the weekends. I suspected he was having an affair long before my mom figured it out.”
“Oh, wow.”
