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Hatchet, the prez of the Princes of Darkness MC and a few of his boys are here too. My cell vibrates and I look at the screen and a thumbs up emoji appears. I shift my gaze to Gianni and wink at him as I pretend to be texting on my phone. When the first explosion goes off. We all stand and look out of the window. My men all look shocked, and I match their expression.

"Come meet everyone!" I approached cautiously, very aware that I was the new person inserting myself into an established group dynamic. "This is Marcus," Kamsi said, gesturing to a tall Black teenager with headphones around his neck. "Sound manipulation abilities. He can create sonic frequencies that humans and werewolves can't hear, which makes him excellent for covert communication." Marcus nodded at me. "Welcome to the freaks club. We have t-shirts." "We don't actually have t-shirts," Izzy clarified.

Maci said excitedly. “So I will show you the prototype. This here is similar to what we have pinned into your hair. All you do is grab her at the clasp, pinch, and pull away from your head. The remaining clasp themselves will come undone in sync. Then all you need to do is flick your wrist and the chain will lock in position becoming a staff. Or if you leave in the unlock position the end down here has the clasp unlocked and will be like a three-spiked whip. And trust me when I say it is fun. The number of pillows I shredded was a bull and before you even ask, I did try this on ham. That was even more fun.” Maci said, smiling enthusiastically.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

That didn't mean I agreed with them or wanted to continue my life with them. My Great Grandfather had founded the MC with his brother and their best friends. Since then, it had flourished. First under my Great Grandfathers rule as President, then under my Grandfathers and now under my Dads. My big brother, Len or Shooter as his patch stated would probable be next. If not him then Margo's big brother Ace aka, Bear.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.

The guy whom Chase had kicked got up and one of his friends asked with clenched jaw, “Who do you think you are, huh?” Chase averted his gaze from Cara’s face to them and his eyes turned ice cold in a second, “Me? Chase Adams.” And all three of their eyes widened upon hearing his name. An evil smirk appeared on Chase’s face when he saw the fear in their eyes, “Great, so you already know about me, right? I don’t need to tell you guys of what I can do if I ever see you around this dorm ever again” he asked and they gulped in fear.

Some of the Death Riders' MC officers cover Lachlan and Bear, commanding drones searching for us. I didn't expect Corpse Collector to carry Jaxson on his shoulder and playfully spank him while Lachlan's tattoo mentor got angry. Meanwhile, Jaxson is in Sidhe mode, cackling away like a deranged hyena. This entire family is a bunch of murderous lunatics, and we fit in. Ransom yelled, "Corpsey Baby!" and tackled them. They all fell as everyone aimed their weapons. I will punish that hound later for being more excited about seeing his idol than me.

Huh? Was there something wrong with her head? Chase felt annoyed about it. "Kill myself? Why? Just because you think you're pretty?" Chase had no idea how to react. "What's with your confidence?" The mysterious woman scoffed at him. "What's wrong? Are you objecting?" "I don't even know you, and you're ordering me to kill myself. Shouldn't I be objecting?" He had no idea what else to say. "Chase Collins, sect master of the Miracle Doctor Sect and Cultivation World Master. Your sect includes sect mascot Walter Lurch, elders Norm Weber, Helena Lobe, and Selmer Griffith, juniors Willow Larsen, Lisa Beckton, and Yara Fries.

Or, very nearly ex — all I had to do was file the paperwork. There was a gin gimlet on the end of the bar for me before I even had the chance to order it, and I couldn’t help but grin as I hopped up onto a bar stool. I sipped happily as the members of the MC came over one by one, pressing kisses to my cheek, clapping me on the shoulder, expressing concern about my father, telling me how good it was to see me home again. Patrick watched them file up, smiling, like he’d found the missing piece to a puzzle and he could finally see the whole image. For my part, I shrank under the weight of so much attention.