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Blaze POV“You good?” Titan looks at me and I nod.“Totally.” We leave and half an hour later we pull up close to the building. There’s cars lined along the street. Drivers standing by the doors waiting.“Some posh shit,” Echo chuckles.“Bet Ghost feels right at home,” Knox jokes and I laugh.I see more bikes come from other clubs. For ten minutes we discuss the plan. Knox is hoping the amount of people means the guards just let us in, but it’s unlikely.So, Titan and Knox will take them out quietly, if possible. We move through the trees to the main doors. The guards glance up and one reaches for the phone.Before he can react, Titan is on him, and has it in his hand.“Two choices, you let us walk in or we shoot you,” Knox says.“Third option,” Ghost laughs, and places a gun to one of the guys head. “You’re a hostage, move.”“Fuck sake Ghost that wasn’t the plan,” Knox snaps and shoves the other guy forward.Of course Ghost changed the plan. We move into the building, the staff stare

Dylan POVI sit here for a long time, the phone still in my hand, the room spinning slightly from the alcohol. My chest feels tight, like something is crushing me from the inside. All those years. All the times I tried to make him proud. All the times I pushed down who I was to be the perfect hidden heir.It was never real.I was never real to him.Just a tool. A useful shadow. A way to get information no one else could.I laugh bitterly, the sound hollow in the empty hotel room. The laugh turns into something closer to a sob, and I press the heel of my hand against my eyes, trying to stop it. I won’t cry for him. I won’t.But the tears come anyway.I was never going to take over. He knew it when I was a child. He kept lying to me for years, letting me believe I had a purpose, a future, while planning to give it to my brother the whole time.And Blaze knew before me.That hurts more than anything else. The man I pushed away, the man I told to get the fuck out of my life, knew the trut

Blaze POVHe stays silent, jaw tight, fingers digging into the sheets. Is it because I mentioned the stutter? The thought twists in my chest. “You know I don’t care about you stuttering, right? Sometimes I actually fucking find it hot.”He scoffs and turns his head sharply away, eyes glistening with frustration and something deeper, more painful. I reach out, grasping his chin gently but firmly, and turn his face back to mine. “You stuttering isn’t a fucking issue for me.”“Y-y-y-eah?” he spits, the word cracking as he glares at me through watery eyes. “B-b-b-b-b—” He groans in pure aggravation and rubs both hands roughly over his face, like he’s trying to scrub the weakness away.I let out a slow breath, my thumb brushing lightly over his jaw. “Get showered and cleaned up, then come back out and talk.” I release him and lean back, giving him space. Hopefully the hot water will ease some of the tension out of his body, even if it can’t fix what’s tearing him up inside.I watch him pus

Dylan POVWithout warning, he slams forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.I cry out sharply, back arching off the bed. Fuck. I forgot how full he makes me feel, how completely he stretches and owns me. The overwhelming sensation of being so full of him leaves me gasping, trembling beneath him.He pulls back nearly all the way out before thrusting in again. The stretch is so intense it steals my breath. Blaze fills me completely, thick and deep, and for a second all I can do is gasp, my body clenching around him like it’s trying to pull him even further inside.He groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me as he stays buried to the hilt, giving me just a moment to adjust.“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, voice rough and filthy. “Look at you taking every inch like you were made for my cock. So fucking tight… like this greedy little hole missed me as much as I missed it.”I moan helplessly, fingers white-knuckling the headboard. He pulls back slowly, almost all

Blaze POVI shift slightly, still keeping him pinned under me, and press another lazy kiss to his shoulder. “So… I was meant to ask this before, but everything kept coming up and distracting me. I need you to agree to let me claim you. As far as the club is concerned.”He groans immediately and tries to shove me off. I don’t budge.“I’m not moving until you agree.”“I’m not even sure if I’m g-g-gay.”I can’t help the smirk that spreads across my face. “My cock is buried in your ass right now, Dylan. I think it’s pretty fucking clear you’re gay.”He groans again, louder this time, and tries to elbow me. I grab his arm easily and pin it down to the bed.“I j-just mean I n-need time to accept this part o-of me,” he mutters.“You can have time,” I say, pressing my hips forward just enough to make him feel me still inside him. “At the club. With me. With me fucking you whenever I want. And with the club knowing I’ve claimed you.”He stays quiet for a long moment, breathing slowly. Then he