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The smirk that climbs his face is wicked and dark. “Then you’ll really get to meet Havoc.”
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Aimee
My heartbeat is thrummingin my veins. The chill of the desert at night is replaced by the heat of Levi’s gaze, sweeping me over as I take another step back.
With each one, the sly smile that crawls his face has my heart hammering.
Our surroundings fade away.
The party on the other side of the glass.
The clubhouse.
The confessions. The years. The pain.
It’s just me and Levi, stripping away all pretense and falling into whatever this is. A taste of freedom. A hit of something that will no doubt have me addicted.
“You might want to move faster than that.” Levi watches me take another slow step back.
“And if I don’t?”
“I’ll pin you to the dirt and fuck you right here in front of my entire club.”
The thought of that shouldn’t make my knees weak. If it were anyone but Levi saying it, panic would swell. But the thought of him taking me, claiming me in front of everyone after we’ve resisted this for years, has me hoping he means it.
Until the reflection of people on the other side of the glass catches my attention and a possessive little whisper sounds in my ear.
He’s mine.
They don’t get to touch him or see him. Only I do.
Which is why I toss him a final wink before spinning on my heels to run.
Blood thunders between my temples so hard that I can barely hear my own footsteps. Much less Levi’s, assuming he’s chasing me. And even if I’m running until my muscles ache and my heart pounds my ribs, I’ve never felt freer.
How is it Levi cuts through every chain?
That he can bring me here—to a biker compound—and still manage to make me feel safe?
I might be running, but he’s already caught me. Snared my heart, while also setting it free. I’m as desperate to run forever as I am for him to catch me, and it’s euphoric.
When I’m almost to the large barn that doubles as a gym, I finally hear Levi behind me.
Moonlight streaks my path, and I weave to narrowly avoid a rock jutting out through the dirt. It slows me down, and just as I turn the corner of the barn, an arm wraps my waist.
Levi hauls me against a firm chest.
“Nice try.” He spins, pinning me to the side of thebarn.
My chest heaves against the rough wood, and his deep breaths rasp against my ear as he nips at my neck.
But I’m not done. I need him to fight for this. To claw like we never got the chance.
Planting my palms on the barn, I shove backward, and Levi stumbles a step. I slip out from under his arm, darting around the side of the barn again, fueled by the dark chuckle that follows.
Sweat trickles down the back of my neck, and it’s instantly chilled by the night. But I don’t stop running. And when Levi’s hands grab my hips and he lifts me from behind, I continue to wiggle. To move. To fight.
