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Mother fucker.

“He has given out all the demands,” he cries, “not Axe, never Axe. We just thought they were coming from him, but no other brother knew what we were doing, so I don’t know…”

Anger vibrates through me, and I pull the blade out of the fucker’s hand and give him what he’s asked for and bring it to his neck and like I did with Luna two days ago, I hold it over the skin, but instead of pulling back like I did with her, I slice it across his neck.

Blood instantly pours, and he thrashes in the chair as choking sounds echo around us before his head drops and his chest stops moving.

His words echo in my head, and I wipe the bloodied blade against my jeans. If what he said is true, Axe has bigger problems than a war with us.

Having a brother betray you is the worst, especially if you’re close.

Taking a deep breath, I command, “Venom, start watching the VP Brock. I want to know his every move.”

“Do you think Axe is oblivious to Brock's actions?” Cannon asks, and I shrug and admit, “I don’t know, but what I do know is that every time something has happened, it has been prospects.” I look his way to see a scowl etching his features, and I say, “The VP has a lot of control over prospects, so it is possible Brockis trying to start a war to help his club, maybe wanting more territory.”

“Or?” Viper questions.

I sigh as I put my fists on my hips and state, “Or he’s trying to start a coup and take over Axe’s role within the club. He takes Axe out, then us, and he has all the power.”

The brothers curse, and I state, “Let’s watch him for now, figure out his shit before we take action, meaning,” I wince, “meaning we don’t retaliate from what they did at the club.”

The brothers curse louder, and I nod because, yeah, chopping these fuckers up and sending them to the club, body part by body part, would have been really satisfying, but we can’t. We need to see what the next move would be.

“Watch him, Venom, with fucking everything,” I command, and he nods once.

I nod to Fury to get our own prospects down here and clean up the mess. I know the place will need bleaching once the furnace burns their bodies to ashes before the sprinklers come on. I turn and head out of the room, needing a shower before I get on my bike.

I have a woman to go see. I can already hear the hitch of her breath due to my closeness. I can already see her body's reaction when I whisper in her ear.

After the other night, she piqued my interest, something no woman has managed before. Instead of being scared of me, she stood up to me. She was afraid of having to stab me, but I know, despite my words, she would have used that blade, and that only made her more interesting to me.

She didn’t fawn all over me, she didn’t beg me to fuck her.

She's a breath of fresh air I didn't realize I needed. I’ve been bored of the clubwhores, and now this fiery little princess has me hooked, and I don’t think I’ll move on until I feel her sweet pussy strangling my cock.

I smirk. She will fight me, but I can’t wait for the challenge.

Chapter 8

Luna

“Okay, class, pens down,” Professor Carmen shouts, and I sigh in relief as I get the last word written on my physiology paper.

Today is finals before summer break, and they will determine what classes I need to take next year. This is my final year at Clearview College before going onto my bachelor’s. This paper is also my only chance of passing this class.

I’ve just borderline managed to stay afloat.

Between the diner, school, and Brock, I struggle to keep my head above water, even after taking yesterday and today off sick.

My goal is to become a trauma therapist, helping people who have been in my position, but it’s going to take me roughly eight years to get there, and I’m only nearly three years in and already feel like I’m drowning.

“Okay, bring all your papers to me as you exit the room. I’ll post your results in two days,” Professor Carmen says and I swallow hard, my eyes going to the paper.

I wanted to be able to read through it, but I ran out of time – crap.

Licking my bottom lip, I slowly pack away my things as I scan parts of the paper before I stand.

I really, really, really hope I’ve passed this paper and this class because I don’t know if I have the energy to re-do it next year because then I’ll have to wait another semester to graduate, like my peers.

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