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Manic snickered. Creature slapped me on the back.

Maddog ticked his chin my way. “You’re one of us now. Get ready for the fuckening.”

Yeah, I didn’t like the sound of that.

Suddenly, I couldn’t focus. My dick swelled, and I grew aroused, not for the men who stood around me, but for Lacey. I could smell her on me. Her musk and sweet pussy.

And I needed her. Now.

Across from me, my club brothers began laughing.

“There’s the fuckening,” Manic explained. “You’ll have wood for days. Trust me, you need to fuck.”

“As much as possible,” Creature added.

For fuck’s sake.

“Did you all go through this?”

Yeah, they did. I could tell it amused them to see me struggling with it. Assholes.

I guess I was on my way to Lacey. Hopefully, she wouldn’t find it offensive when I rammed my cock inside her. I had a feeling I’d have her in bed for hours before I had enough. Maybe not even then.

Something powerful shifted inside me. I felt invincible.

Luis Diego was fucked.

Chapter 9 Lacey

Three years earlier—

“Oh, God, Skel. You’re bleeding!” We were attacked. Some guy I’d never seen before rushed toward us in the rain and stabbed Skel. In the parking lot. At a fucking Halloween party. “You’re hurt.”

He looked down, noticing the slash in his hoodie and the tee shirt underneath, watching as blood oozed from the wound. “Shit.”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, pulling out my phone. My hands shook as the adrenaline kicked in, and I blinked, trying hard to focus and not panic.

“Baby, it’s not bad. Promise.”

I finally found clarity and brushed my wet hair out of my face, trying to get a better look at the wound. “You need a hospital.”

“No.” He shook his head. “We just need to get to my place. I can take care of this myself.”

“Skel, it’s pouring rain, and you’re losing blood.”

“And I can handle a short ride home.” He smirked. “Get on my damn bike, Sweet Girl. Stop draggin’ this out.”

I huffed as I sat on the wet leather seat, scrunching my face at the cold water seeping into my skin. This would be a horrible ride. I’d hate every minute.

But Skel was the one injured, not me. I could stop being a brat.

He sat in front of me, guiding my hands around his waist and positioning them so I pressed against his wound. His body stiffened as he breathed a harsh breath. “Fuck. Just apply pressure for me.”

“I’ll try.”

He patted my hand. “You got this.”

I should have been saying that to him.