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The night blurred into a haze of music, laughter, and the occasional roar of a heated argument that was quickly shut down by Jake or one of the other enforcers. Talon stayed close, his presence a constant anchor amidst the chaos. I caught him watching me more than once, his gaze softening when our eyes met. At one point, a beer pong table was brought in and set up in the corner, and I felt a pang of nostalgia in my chest. Trina saw me eyeing it and nudged me with her elbow, a sly grin spreading across her face. I hesitated, glancing at Talon. He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a faint smirk. “Go on,” he said, his voice low. “Show ‘em what you got.” The challenge in his tone sparked something in me, a flicker of the fire inside. I pushed back my chair and stood, feeling the room sway slightly as the whiskey buzzed in my veins. Trina w

Talon’s hand slid down to mine, fingers intertwining with a spark that made my chest tighten. He led me through the throng of bodies, his presence parting the crowd like a wave. The noise of the party faded into the background as we moved toward a door at the back of the room, one I’d never noticed before. He pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked it with a smooth click, pushing it open and guiding me inside. The air changed as we stepped into a dimly lit hallway. The bass of the music was muffled here, replaced by a heavy silence that felt almost sacred. The walls were lined with framed photos of the club’s history, black and white images of rough, leather-clad men on bikes. Our boots echoed softly on the concrete floor as he led me down the narrow corridor and up a staircase, and then down another hallway, past closed doors marked with numbers. My heart thudded in my ch

“Talon?” I asked after a while. “Angel.” “How come you’ve never brought me here before?” He hesitated, his fingers slowing on my hip. “I thought about it, that night you first showed up at Jake’s door. All I wanted to do was bring you here, lock you up, keep you safe. But I realized you’d be more comfortable in the house you grew up in, than at a clubhouse full of filthy bikers.” I was quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. “I really appreciate you for that. And for practically living there with me this whole time, in that shitty old farmhouse, when you could’ve been here in this big, luxurious bed.” I rolled over languidly, stretching my arms above head for emphasis. “But sometimes… it feels like there’s

Laura After coffee, we got dressed and made our way out of the apartment. We ran into Jake in the hallway, as he stepped out of one of the numbered doors. “Morning,” he mumbled, clearly hungover. “You guys look too fuckin happy. It’s nauseating.” His gray eyes were bloodshot, his dirty blonde hair sticking up in every direction, and he was bare-chested under his cut. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, an unlit cigarette dangling from his fingers. He winced as he straightened up, running a hand over his face. “Rough night?” I asked, trying to keep the amusement out of my voice. Talon smirked beside me, his arm slung lazily over my shoulders. “Great night,” Jake grunted, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Lousy morning.”&nbs

When we were alone in the aisle, Talon gripped the back of my head, pulling me roughly into his chest. “You okay?” I nodded against him, my heart still pounding. “Yeah,” I murmured, though my voice sounded thin, even to me. He pressed a kiss to the top of my head, lingering there for a moment before pulling back slightly. His green eyes searched mine, intense and unyielding. “You don’t ever have to be scared when I’m with you,” he said, his voice low and firm. “That asshole’s nothing but noise. He knows better than to touch what’s mine.” I swallowed hard, his words both comforting and stirring something deeper inside me. There was a possessive edge to them, a raw protectiveness that sent a shiver down my spine. “I know,” I whispered, brushing imaginary lint off