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“I’ve heard that his dick is pierced, and he knows how to use it. Also, he likes control, so be prepared to call him, Sir. He’s dominant as hell.”

Well, I kind of knew that after hearing that woman screaming next door.

My eyes widen. “Blade?”

“He’s a real sweetheart… the tech whizz around here, so he’s kind of a nerd. He likes to read a lot. But apparently, he has a massive cock and is a beast in bed.”

“Danger?”

She wets her lips before she speaks again, “Haven’t been there, but I want to. Untested, as far as I know. There’s also Suit, who isn’t here. He’s the club lawyer. He looks like a professional, but under that suit are tattoos and a delicious body. He’s intelligent and badass. He likes to watch.”

I know I’m torturing myself by asking, but I’m curious and somewhat nosey. “What do the women say about War?”

She shifts in her seat. “Good in bed, dominant. But he won’t go down on any of the women or kiss them. And he doesn’t let any of us stay the night. He doesn’t treat the women badly like he will still have a chat when he sees us and stuff like that. He’s a protector. Good man. And he can’t take his eyes offyou.”

I look up, and yes, his eyes are still locked on me.

So he was telling the truth about eating pussy.

“And I do not want to know about my dad,” I add, changing the subject.

She laughs and whistles low. “No, you do not.”

Jesus Christ.

“Well, you might get your chance with Danger. Looks like we’re all stuck here with nothing but time on our hands.”

She takes her hairband off her wrist and ties her long red hair in a ponytail. “I suppose someone should break him in.”

She sends a wink in his direction, and he simply shakes his head in amusement.

More club members arrive. Some I haven’t met, older members, and even some from our Dawson chapter.

The club is getting ready for war.

I put in a big online grocery order and tell War to send someone for the pickup. If we’re stuck in lockdown for a few days, I’ll make damn sure no one goes hungry.

They can handle the fighting—I’ll handle the food.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ORA

“We should get a stripper pole in here,” Lu comments, and a few of the men’s heads perk up at the idea. We’re on day two of lockdown, and so far, nothing has happened. At least nothing that we are aware of. The men are here, and then they are gone, out doing God knows what to eliminate the threat.

“You want us to show off what we learned in those pole classes?” I smirk, remembering when we used to do a few classes.

War’s hands grip my hips from behind. “You been holding out on me, Ora?”

I smirk. “I don’t know. With those dance moves you showed me that first night, I think you need to be dancing for me.”

He starts grinding behind me, using similar moves. “Like this?”

“Someone put some music on!” Lu cheers, and I laugh, spinning around to face War. He’s wearing gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, and I shake my head. “You dressed like that, dancing like that in front of other women? Fuck, no! Go put on some proper clothes.”

I can see the massive bulge of his dick through the fabric, and when he moves, it bounces.

Bounces.

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