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She frowns. “Right, well, I’m not starting earlier than seven.”

“I’ll help,” I volunteer.

“You’re injured,” Jett snaps.

“So? I still have one useful hand.” I shrug, and the rest of the women make themselves scarce. So much for friends having your back.

Jett moves closer. “I told you that you ain’t workin’ until you’re all better.”

“I told you I’m going crazy not contributing.”

“It’s called lockdown, babe. That’s what happens when our lives, and the lives of our women, are at risk.”

“But I’m not yours,” I whisper, and his eyes narrow. “I’m not one of you. I just work for you—a fact your wife likes to remind me of, as if I could forget my place here.”

Jett’s nostrils flare. “I’ll talk to Mia.”

“Don’t.” I meet his gaze. Those bright blue eyes glitter with anger. “You’ll just make it worse.”

“You don’t have to take her shit.”

“She’s your old lady, and I’m the hired help.” I move past him, but he catches my good arm.

“Raine?”

“Goodnight, Jett.”

Grim and Killer enter the room. I’m sure the tension between me and their prez is palpable. Grim’s been avoiding me. He was too hurt to ride out with the others, so he stayed behind with Country, Diesel, and the three new prospects to protect the clubhouse. I thought we’d get a chance to talk, but he made it clear he had a job to do so I left him to it and found the girls instead. The look he shoots Jett and me is murderous. I just smile tightly and move to the door.

“You want me to walk you to your room?” Grim says.

“The fuck?” Killer punches his arm. “I thought you were going to show me how you make the holy fuckin’ grail of sandwiches?”

“Later,” Grim says.

“No.” I press a hand to Grim’s chest. “Thanks, but I’m not likely to get lost.”

“It’s not you gettin’ lost that I’m worried about.”

“Nobody gets lost on Grim’s watch. He’s a fuckin’ knight in shining armour.” Jett lights another cigarette, the glow of the flame too close to Grim’s face.

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean, Prez?”

“It means nobody’s going anywhere.” He levels me with a look, but I shake my head and turn to walk out of the room.

He can threaten all he wants, but I’m not one of his boys he can order around. I’ll endure this lockdown because I have no desire to get shot at again, or almost raped, but as soon as the trouble has passed, I need to find a way out of this job. Somewhere far, far away from Jett and the MC.

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IJOLT AWAKE WITH SWEATbeading my brow and sit upright. My ragged breathing fills the darkness—the only sound, loud and grating against my ears. I dreamed Jett was in my room, in my bed, on top of me, inside me, and as I looked into those pained blue eyes, he stared down at me as his adept hands wrung the life from my body. I press my good hand to the column of my neck and ease myself back onto the mattress.

Oh God.

I close my eyes, trying to erase the image of his big body against mine, to ignore how my blood moves hot and needy through my veins, and the ache between my legs.

“There’s something seriously wrong with you, Raine,” I mutter.

I kick off the covers, even though the sweat drying against my skin causes goosebumps to slide over my flesh. I’m just about to snake my hand between my thighs to alleviate some of my tension when I realise I’m not alone.He’s here. My body already knew before I did, because I can’t be in the same room as this man without feeling as if I’ve swallowed an electric charge.

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