LOGINEcho POV
A hand grabs me and drags me upright. “Fucking hell, Echo,” Ghost mutters, shaking his head. “Are you serious? You didn’t even fight back this time.”
“She could have lost the baby,” I say, voice rough and low. “Do you not understand that?”
“But she’s to blame as well,” he answers. “You both are. Stop carrying all
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
Titan POVIt’s been three days since I fucked Halo. Three days since I woke up to an empty bed and the shape of her gone from my sheets, no note, no number, not even the courtesy of a lie on the pillow. She just left. I should have expected it. That’s what most of them do when they don’t want questions. They take the night, they take the silence, they take the pleasure, and then they’re gone before anyone can ask who put the marks on them.Luke is leaning against the wall watching me like I’ve grown a second head. I’m not surprised. We fucked, and then he caught me somewhere else entirely. Halo keeps slipping into my head at the worst times, in the middle of a hand on my cock, in the middle of a mouth that isn’t hers, in the quiet after when I should be lighting a cigarette and asking if he wants a lift. She’s been doing it for three days and I still haven’t de
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
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







