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“That would be me.” I laugh.

His violet eyes sparkle as he leans closer. “I’ll fight War for this. I’ll die for this cake.”

I roll my eyes, sharing an amused glance with Lu.

Yeah, Lore is trouble with a capital T.

But then name one biker who isn’t.

CHAPTER TEN

ORA

After feeling bold all week, I’m second-guessing my outfit as soon as I step into the clubhouse. We took longer than anticipated at dinner, ordering one too many strawberry daiquiris with our meal. Lu looks incredible in tight, black ripped jeans, a tight, white crop top showing off her flat stomach, and a leather jacket. I went a little more risqué. I’m in my favorite knee-high leather boots—the ones I paid nine hundred dollars for but now never wear because they aren’t that comfortable—a short, pleated black skirt and a tight, black, long-sleeve top. No cleavage tonight, but a whole lot of thigh and maybe even some cheeky ass cheek if I bend over. My long, pin-straight dark hair just reaches my ass, swirling around me with every step.

My red lips curve as Lu squeezes my hand. “Holy shit, I’ve never seen so many hot men anywhere other than my dreams.”

She’s not wrong.

Sexy, muscular men dressed in leather and surrounded by an air of trouble stand around the bar and dance floor. I don’t know where to look. My eyes drop to the couch where a topless woman is sitting on a man’s lap, then my wide eyes turn to Lu. “It’s basically a sex party.”

“I’ve always wanted to go to one.” She grins, playfully nudging me with her hip. “Come on, Ora. Let’s have a drink. It will loosen you up a little. This is your man’s world, and you need to decide if you can live in it.”

She’s right. War is the VP, and this ishislifestyle.

I can’t want the man and not the club.

This is also my father’s lifestyle, and I can see now how having kids and being a dad didn’t fit into it.

But if War wants me, he needs to fit into my world too.

Lu leads me toward the bar, where a crowd and plenty of tall, built men are towering over us, so we can’t even see whoever is serving the drinks tonight.

I hear my name being called, and then Bones is at my side, wrapping one arm around me and one around Lu. “Where’s War?” I ask him.

Bones laughs and picks me up, lifting me above the crowd so I can see. I spot War standing in the corner of the room, beer in hand, talking to none other than his president. He’s wearing all black, his dark hair slicked back, and his inked biceps on show. My eyes narrow when I notice two women slide up to them, one touching his arm with a bright yellow fingernail. She sidles up against him, basically resting her cheek on his pecs. War keeps talking to Rome, not touching her but not pushing her away.

The woman is none other than Daisy.

Then another two women walk toward them, one flirting with Rome and the other pasting herself against War’s other side.

He still doesn’t push them away.

Is this what he’s up to whenever I’m not around?I tap Bone’s shoulder, and he lets me down.

“I need a drink,” I announce, and he pushes up to the front and knocks his fist onto the bar. “Rose, give these two ladies whatever they want. Serve them first.”

Rose scowls but nods. “Two vodka cranberries, please,” Lu orders for us.

The two of us share a look as Rose all but slams the glasses down on the bar, one only best friends can understand. We both know we aren’t going to be making friends with Rose any time soon.

“Are our drinks safe?” Lu smirks, her eyes rounding.

One thing about Lu that no one would suspect—the woman knows how to fight. She’s trained in Muay Thai since she was a kid and has even fought in some proper fights. She’s taught me a few moves and sometimes gets me to hold pads for her.

If Rose or any other woman here wants a fight, they’re going to lose.

“Bones, who is that?” Lu asks, staring up at the stage as a good-looking man with short brown hair and amber eyes starts to sing. He has the face of an angel. Well, at least a fallen one. Tattoos peek out from the sleeves of his leather cut. His voice is like liquid silk, deep and husky, and he commands his audience. His song is deep, about love and loss, and I wonder if he wrote the lyrics.

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