Daddies Underground MC Club
Ghost growls, his voice like gravel soaked in gasoline, “and I’ll make sure it’s the last fucking time you open your mouth in this club.”
Titan doesn’t fight back, he just grins, stupid and smug, like he was waiting for this all along.
“I was wondering when you’d show,” he says, voice light despite being pinned like a goddamn poster. “I was starting to think you’d left her hanging again.”
Ghost slams him harder into the wall, and this time Titan lets out a grunt.
“I don’t share,” Ghost spits. “Not her. Not a fucking inch of her.”
“Yeah,” Titan coughs, chuckling as he tries to pry Ghost’s hand off his shirt. “That much is clear.”
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