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Black hair, jagged and stuck to her head, like she’s some mental patient.I heard she cut it as a protest.Because of Legend’s relationship with me.Leather hugs her every curve as her eyes zero in on me like she smells blood.

“You lost again, doll face?”she purrs.

I smile sweetly.“Don’t think so.I was invited.”

She steps in close, all fake sugar and real venom.“You’re not one of us.You never will be.”

“Funny,” I say, flicking my gaze to him.“Legend didn’t seem to mind when he was in my bed.”

That does it.

She lunges first, hands clawed like a damn catfight's gonna settle this.But I’ve wrestled horses twice her size.I sidestep, grab her wrist, and shove her into the table behind us.Glass shatters.Cheers erupt.Someone yells, “Bet ten on the rich girl!”

Becki snarls, coming at me again, but I don’t have to duck low to land a solid punch to her stomach.She doubles over, wheezing.

I step over her like the damn queen I was born to be.

She spits blood, grabs her purse off the floor, and bolts through the front door.

I don’t chase her.

But Becki bellows over her shoulder, “This isn’t over, Bitch.”

I just turn back to Legend, who’s standing like a statue, eyes shining.

“Still think I don’t belong in your world?”I ask.

He doesn’t answer.

But he damn sure looks like he’s seeing me for the first time in a long time.

Chapter 42

Sophie

The clubhouse door swings shut behind Becki, and the moment it clicks everything seems crystal clear.

Like a storm in leather, Legend stands there, hands clenched, chin out, eyes burning with a furious lust.Everyone else?Hell, they’re still cheering, like they paid cover for the show.

And I’m not done putting on a performance.

I stride toward him, slow and deliberate, like a woman who knows exactly what kind of fire she’s playing with.The scrape on my knuckle throbs, but I’m grinning like I won a damn blue ribbon.

“Let me guess,” I purr, tilting my head.“You didn’t expect me to throw down a biker slut in your filthy little kingdom?”

His mouth twitches, just a tick.“Didn’t expect you to win, that’s for damn sure.Becki’s nearly as tall as me.”

Stopping inches from him, I toss my hair back like I’m not shaking inside.Catching him off guard, I shove his torso.He flops into the chair.

“You gave me up, Legend.Thought you were keepin’ me safe, didn’t you?You were fuckin’ wrong.”

His nostrils flare, like I just poked a wild animal.“You think this is a game?”

“No,” I bark.“I think it’s a damn war.And I didn’t start it.You did.When you pushed me away like I’d break.”

He’s silent.The room hushes.I don’t care.

“I expected you of all people to fight for me.Come save me, at least.”

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