로그인Echo’s POV
She’s not clicking her fingers. Not once. Any sane woman would be snapping those fingers like a goddamn castanet right now, safe-wording her way out of this beautiful disaster. But not her. Not my Little Birdie. She just takes it, pussy clenching around me like a fist made of velvet and sin, and I swear the voices in my head throw a fucking party.
“She sounds so fucking good wh
Echo POVAn hour later, one long, painful, soul-crushing hour, she finally walks out of the back dressed again in jeans and a hoodie that do nothing to hide how fucking beautiful she is. I am on my feet before my brain catches up.Glitch grabs my arm. “Don’t.”“I'm not touching her,” I snarl, ripping free. “I know the goddamn rules.”I just need her where I can see her, breathe the same air, know she's safe and still mine.I block her path. She stops, looks up, and smiles, soft, real, and mine. My chest cracks open.“Come back to the club.”Her mouth opens, then closes. She's thinking. “Echo, staying away was supposed to make this easier—”“Fuck easy,” I cut in, stepping closer my voice raw. “
Echo’s POVMy fist is already swinging when Knox yanks Blaze out of the way by the hair. I roar again, raw and animal, because it’s not Blaze I want to kill. It’s every fucking man who is going to watch her tonight, every hand that tucks a bill into her skin, every pair of eyes that sees what belongs to me and only me.Ghost and Glitch haul me back, arms locked around my chest, but I’m stronger than both of them when I’m like this. I lunge forward anyway, boots scraping the floor, breath sawing in and out like a rabid dog.“Rules, Echo,” Ghost grunts in my ear.“Fuck your rules,” I snarl, voice shredded. “She’s at Elaine’s. In a slutty fucking outfit. Dancing for strangers.”Blaze straightens his cut, rubbing the back of his head. “I tried to war
Blaze’s POVJace gives me a small smile and a wave from the bar as I step out of the back rooms. I start toward him, already tasting the whiskey I’m about to order, when Elaine appears like a heat-seeking missile, arms loaded with fresh flyers. The second she spots me she makes a beeline.Sighing, I smirk and hold out my hand. “You do realise the guys just pin these on their bedroom walls and use them as target practice, right?”“But they still come by every now and then,” she insists, shoving the stack at me anyway.I take them without really looking. “Still struggling?”“You know it’s weird,” she says, shoulders slumping. “The men get far more action from the women at my place than my girls get from the men here. Yeah, I’m struggling bad.”
Davina POVThe comments roll in the way they always do.MrBigShot: Take it all off.DarkHorse: Use the toy.The usual chorus.I ignore them for now and trail my hand slowly across my skin, letting my fingers linger between my legs. I rub in lazy circles and smile at the camera. “You can ask, boys, but you may not get what you want,” I say with a wink. My fingers move quicker and I let a soft moan slip out.DarkDevil has joined.I groan out loud. I’m trying to get space from Echo, trying to breathe without him in my head, and here he is anyway.DarkDevil has tipped $300.I pretend I don’t see it and answer another comment instead.DarkDevil:
Siren’s POVI don’t wait for an explanation, for an apology, for anything. I just run. Out of the club, past the light of the building and the hum of voices, feet slamming concrete until my lungs burn and the cold night air claws at my throat.The Dom had slid his hand up my thigh, whispered something filthy, and I’d shut him down, hard. Walked out ready to breathe, ready to think… and saw her. Some blonde club bunny perched in Echo’s lap like she fucking belonged there, his hands on her waist, that smug little smirk on his face like he’d already forgotten I existed.My fists clench so tight my nails cut half-moons into my palms. This is my fault. Lila warned me. The guys warned me. Hell, even Echo’s own actions warned me, stalking, breaking in, kidnapping me with a goddamn bunny helmet. I laughed it off. I let myself f
Echo’s POVI thought glaring at her would work. I thought if I burned holes through her skull all day she’d feel it, get uncomfortable, stay the fuck home. But no. She’s here. At the club. Talking to some slick Dom at the bar like I don’t exist. That guy’s got maybe six hours left on this earth. Seven if I’m feeling generous.I did good, okay? I stayed the fuck off her stream. A notification hit my phone, and I didn’t click. Didn’t tip. Didn’t type a single word. Because if I had, I’d have been on my bike instantly, breaking every speed limit between the clubhouse and her apartment, kicking her door in, and fucking her until neither of us could walk.Then we’d have to restart the whole goddamn week. So I tortured myself instead. Let my brain play director and show me every filthy thing she mig
Knox POVIt’s quieter out here. No arguing. No boxes with ears and fingers in them. No Charlotte throwing people against walls like she owns the damn hospital. Just silence, and the hum of bad lighting overhead.
Knox POVThe guys are still here. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, but it feels unnecessary now. Sam’s gone. There’s no threat left, not to her. But apparently, they can’t stomach the idea of her being left alon
Danielle POVBefore I can move, my world turns upside down, literally. A strong arm hooks around my waist, and I let out a yelp as I’m lifted into the air and slung over a shoulder. The smell of leather hits me first, then the weight of his jacket pressing against my s
Knox POVShe didn’t remember me. That’s the only thing I can really hold on to, the one fact that echoes louder than anything else. She opened her eyes, looked right through me, and there wasn’t even the flicker of rec







