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I blink at my screen, trying to piece together what the hell is going on.

Me:Uh… what exactly am I being recruited for?

Within seconds, the responses flood in.

Chloe:You’re one of us now, babe. Welcome to the club.

Carlie:Literally.

Jenny:We’re getting dressed up and hitting Perdition tomorrow night. The guys have been too caught up in club shit. It’s time they remember who they’re coming home to.

I pause, considering. Jax hasn’t exactly been ignoring me, but Ihavenoticed how tense he’s been lately. The club’s got him wrapped up in something, and while he hasn’t been distant, there’s this…weighton his shoulders.

Me:Not sure Jax needs reminding…

Sophie:Trust me, they all do. No matter how obsessed they are, they get comfortable. This is a wake-up call.

Carlie:Exactly. And what better way to do it than walking into Perdition looking like a whole damn meal?

Chloe:And ignoring them just enough to make them sweat.

Jenny:Yep. Make ‘em work for it a little.

I shake my head, laughing. This is ridiculous. And yet… the idea of walking into Perdition, looking hot as hell, and watching Jax drop whatever he’s doing just to put his hands on me?Yeah. That does sound fun.

Me:Okay, fine. But I need to figure out what to wear…

Jenny:That’s what we’re here for, babe.

Carlie:Magenta’s watching all the kids. We’re meeting at my place to get ready. Be there by seven.

Me:Magenta?

Chloe:Raiden’s daughter. You know him? He’s in his late fifties, been in the club forever. Magenta’s basically been raised by bikers, so she’s tough as hell. She’s got the kids covered.

I smirk.

Me:Alright, I’m in.

The chat explodes with emojis and exclamation marks.

Guess I better find something sexy to wear.

Friday morning, I’m just about to head into work when my phone buzzes. I glance at the screen. Jax.

Smirking, I answer. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, baby,” his rough voice rumbles through the speaker. “What’s the plan for tonight?”

Shit.

I hesitate just a second too long because he picks up on it immediately. “Bella.” His voice drops, a warning laced with curiosity. “What are you up to?”

I bite my lip, trying not to grin. “I have plans.”

Silence. Then a gruff, “With who?”

“The girls.”

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