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But I don’t.

I watch her from the corner of my eye as she brushes past Venom and out the exit. And the pinch of confusion on his face tells me everything I need to know about her expression.

Venom disappears out of the club after Luna, and I disappear down the VIP hall, continuing until I reach the office this time.

I’m here to work tonight, but Luna fucked that up. Now, she’s messing with my head.

By the time we come out the other side of this, she’s going to hate me, and maybe that’s for the best. Then she’ll stop asking me for things that will hurt her.

Sitting down at the computer, I tip my head back and drag my fingers through my hair. All I see are Luna’s eyes in the darkness. I can still smell her perfume lingering on my clothes. I can feel her heat wrapped around my fingers.

I’m losing my fucking mind over this girl.

Tonight, I was supposed to be getting the system ready for the software updates tomorrow, but Luna makes it impossible to think.

I’m not sure how long I’ve been staring at the wall when my phone rings, cutting through the silence.

“What?” I answer, expecting to hear Soul on the other end of the line, giving me crap about missing the party at the clubhouse tonight.

“We’re being followed.” Venom’s voice cuts through, and I’m immediately out of my chair.

“How many?”

“Two bikes…” There’s a pause. “Maybe three. Or four. There’s too much traffic in this part of the city to tell.”

At least they’re still in the city. Even if they are being followed, our rivals know better than to start shit thisclose to the Strip. It would draw the attention of law enforcement.

“All right. I’m getting Chaos. Keep as much distance as you can, and don’t stop moving. I’ve got a tracker on the van, so we’ll find you. And Venom, you keep her safe, or I’ll fucking gut you. Do you understand?”

“I understand, boss.”

Right as I’m about to hang up, I hear metal crunch, and it has my entire body tensing as the line goes dead.

“Fuck.” I walk down the VIP hall and into the bar, knocking Chaos on the shoulder when I get there. “We’ve gotta go. Now.”

Chaos doesn’t ask questions. He barely acknowledges the stripper in his lap before setting her on the stool beside him and following me. “What’s up?”

“Venom’s got a tail. And I think whoever is chasing them hit the van before the line went dead.”

“What would the Iron Sinners want with one prospect?”

I swallow hard, barely able to breathe past the lump in my throat. “Luna’s with him.”

“Shit.” Chaos pulls his helmet on as I hop on my bike. “This isn’t about him then.”

“No.”

Pulling out my phone, I’m glad I’m paranoid enough to have tracking devices on all club vehicles and phones so I know where the members are at all times.

Venom and Luna are still moving, which means what I heard wasn’t a crash. But when I see they’re getting farther outside the city, panic swells in my chest. He’sheading back to the clubhouse, but there’s nothing out there to stop their tail from making a move on them.

“In the mood to spill some Iron Sinner blood?” I start my bike and look over at Chaos.

He chuckles. “Like you even have to ask.”

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