Page 41 of Nitro

Speaking of Tommy, he looked gorgeous, his arms wrapped around me, his head resting on my chest.

I couldn't resist the urge to run my fingers through his disheveled hair, savoring the warmth of the moment, contemplating stealing a kiss from him.

Then my phone's ringtone started again, shattering the tranquility of our cocoon. Tommy woke, looking just as grumpy as I felt.

"Aren't you going to answer that?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

I was about to tell him I had no plans to, determined to ignore the outside world for a little longer, then remembered what day it was.

Swearing under my breath, I gently pried Tommy's arms from around me and began the search for my elusive phone.

When I finally located it under the bed and answered the call, Tommy sat up, his expression shifting from sleepiness to concern.

Spike's panicked voice came through, cutting through the air like a knife.

"Nitro, where are you? I need you, man,” Spike said.

The urgency in Spike's voice left no room for delay. I exchanged a worried glance with Tommy.

Tommy silently mouthed the words "Go."

Nodding in acknowledgment, I grabbed my jacket and moved towards the door.

"I'll be right there," I told Spike. "Is there really no way to cancel this?"

"Cancel this? Nitro, this is a matter of pride," Spike retorted.

I found myself wondering whether I preferred dealing with Spike sober or drunk.

At least when he was intoxicated, there was a chance he might see reason. Trying to make him see logic over the phone seemed futile.

"Just get here," Spike mumbled, ending the call abruptly.

Tommy, who had likely overheard the conversation, offered, "I could come with you."

It was a sincere offer, but involving him in the affairs of the MC wasn't an option.

Imagining Tommy amidst a group of rowdy bear shifters sparked possessiveness and jealousy within me.

Firmly shaking my head, I made it clear that Tommy staying behind was non-negotiable.

“Sorry, I need to focus on Spike and if you’re there, I’d want to murder every bear shifter who so much as looks at you wrong,” I admitted.

“Alright,” Tommy said. “Take care of Spike and call me?”

“I will,” I assured him, finally leaving his apartment.

By the time I had arrived at the MC compound, the fight was about to begin.

A knot of worry tightened in my stomach as I quickened my pace toward the challenge circle behind the MC clubhouse.

A crowd had gathered. Some of my MC brothers were making bets. I growled, pushing my way until I was at the very front.

The tension in the air crackled as Spike and Venom faced off, both shifting into their massive grizzly forms.

Spike roared, his fur bristled, and his muscles rippled with power as he lunged at Venom, claws extended. The two bear shifters clashed.

The fight unfolded with a ferocity that left no room for hesitation.