LOGINDanielle POV
Something’s changed. I’ve been back at the club for weeks now, and Knox has barely touched me. He doesn’t sleep in the bed with me, doesn’t hold me at night, barely even kisses me unless I initiate it first. And even then, it feels like he pulls back before it can turn into anything more than a quick press of lips.
He says it’s because of my leg,
Quinn POVMy face is on fire. Literal fire. I keep tumbling over my own words, saying things I know sound clever in a lab and stupid at this bar, and I can already see Titan turning them into something else. He always does. Every time he comes here he sits, he talks, and he pretends to flirt, because he doesn’t actually like me. Nobody ever actually likes me.I’m the stepping stone. The dare. The bet worth a few hundred quid if they can make me believe it long enough to follow them somewhere private. I’m never the guy men pick. I’m the guy they use to get something, and it always stops before it becomes anything real. A laugh. A screenshot. An empty room and the sound of them walking away.I don’t know what Titan is trying to gain, but it’s been months and he still does this. That should mean something. It doesn’t. It just means he’s patient
Titan POVHis whole face flames. He makes a sound that isn’t quite a word and stares so hard at the laptop I think he might crack the screen. “I wasn’t—I’m not—I don’t come here for that.”“I noticed.” I tap the bar instead of his knee, giving him the out. “Never seen you walk through one of those doors. Not with a man. Not with a woman. You just sit here looking like the furniture grew a brain.”“That’s not—” He swallows. “I like watching the room. Not in a weird way. Just… life. It’s loud and I don’t have to be in it.”“That’s a little weird,” I say, cheerful about it. “Lucky for you, I like weird.”He risks a glance at me, then away again, fingers fussing with the edge of the laptop. He’s small enough that I could pick him up off the stool without thinking, and he looks like he knows it.
Titan POVThe club is quiet tonight, or as quiet as this place ever gets. I looked around for Luke and then remembered he wouldn’t be here. I don’t want a room with a woman either. I don’t want to sit with the guys and listen to them talk shit about nothing while Echo pretends this building is just another investment. I want a drink, a dark corner, and five minutes where Halo isn’t sitting behind my eyes with stitches in her head.I found out about her.She came from a convent. She was an actual fucking nun. I’d love to know how a woman goes from that to Maddox’s club. If you’re going to fall from faith, she fell hard and landed in the devil’s lap with both knees. The nickname makes a different kind of sense now. Halo wasn’t cute. It was a joke they pinned on a girl who used to pray and then found out what it felt like to sin. I should
Halo POVThe bike stops and Maddox guides me inside, his hand at my back like we’re a couple arriving for a booking. I look around slowly. I’ve never been to a place like this. Low light. Music under the floor. Rooms that don’t pretend to be anything but what they are. A few guys stare at Maddox, and they don’t move. I can see by the jackets that they’re Fallen Gods. They know him. They know this building. They just watch.Maddox leads me to the main desk and starts talking to the woman behind it.My eyes go everywhere else. They land on a big guy across the room, and his eyes come straight to me and Maddox. He’s talking to someone, but he keeps staring like he’s already decided we don’t belong here. The man with him nods and pats his back. Then the big one finally turns away and lets me out of his gaze, and I see the word President on the back of his cut.Shit. Echo. Maddox thinks these men won’t foll
Halo POVHe’s an idiot. Titan cannot be that dumb, surely, that he’d beat a man in a parking lot without knowing who he was, or whether he was even the one who put the marks on me. Thanks to that macho bullshit I’m sporting more bruises than I woke up with this morning.As if the entire day of being used by this stupid club wasn’t bad enough, I’d just managed to convince Maddox the guy was a nobody. A stranger who came onto me.Then Titan showed up and made everything worse.I’m denying I know him. I don’t think Maddox believes me, but I don’t need him to believe me. I just need him not to punish me for the version he can’t prove. A random man in a club is bad. Confirming it was Titan is a death sentence with extra steps. I heard their plan. They sent photos of my face to the president of Titan’s club and claimed Titan did this to me. They want his body. That club needs to refuse. If they hand hi
Titan POVShe’s someone’s old lady. That much is obvious. The question is whose, because the bastard dragging her didn’t have a patch on his cut to tell me, and a man with no patch shouldn’t be talking about our women like he owns the right to put stitches in a face I kissed three days ago.When I pull into the club I swing off the bike and walk in, and I know I’m in shit before anybody says a word. The air’s that particular kind of quiet, the one that means Echo’s already decided church isn’t optional.“Church, now!”I nod and follow them in. I sit. Echo doesn’t sit. He glares at me like I’ve personally set the merger on fire and handed him the match.“Care to fucking explain why I’ve been asked for your body?”“What?” Mine? I laugh once because that’s the only response that comes, and it dies quick. “Who the hell wants my body?&r
Knox POVI’ve spent all damn morning either locked in church with the guys or alone, digging through anything I can find that might give us answers. Three hours of sitting around that table, every one of us pulling apart what litt
Echo’s POVShe’s hot when she’s mad, even hotter when she’s in charge. I can see why Theo gets off on it now.“I want my Starbucks and McDonald’s,” she snaps, climbing off me l
Davina POVMy tongue drags slow along his cock, and it jerks, hardening again under my mouth.“Little Birdie,” he whispers, voice ragged, fingers gripping my jaw hard enough to bruise. “I want to d
Echo POVShe steps closer, the air thickening with her control, her heat radiating against my skin as she stops just inches away, close enough for me to feel the pull of her like a tide I can’t fight. Her hand lifts, one finger tracing the







