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“When I said you were mine, I wasn’t lying. Either you listen to me now, or I'll treat you like the misbehaving pet that you are. Do you understand me?”

His words are horrible. Demeaning and disgusting. So why does my core ignite with need and my back arch into his touch.

A part of me is relieved. There is nothing I want less than seeing my brothers. To risk being ensnared in their grip again. I know I wouldn’t survive it this time.

I nod, leaning into his chest.

“Say it,” he grits out.

“I will not go see my brothers,” I whisper, barely able to hear Ash, Kaleb, and Griff resume their conversation past the wooden door.

He shakes me softly. “Promise me.”

I melt against him. “I promise.”

Seeming satisfied with that, he scoops me into his arms and carries me back to bed. Back to the safety of the warm covers and his hard body. This time, when he fucks my sore body, he seems angry.

Muscles tight and rigid as he drives into me roughly and takes the air from my lungs with his hands around my throat. It terrifies me to think that he might be scared, just like Ash is.

So I let him. And commit every part of it to my memory.

Chapter 31

Kaleb

Killing the motor of my bike, the silence lasts all of three seconds before it’s filled with the sound of grinding echoes in the North Haven Garage.

I’ve never really known what makes a place truly feel like a home, but this comes closer than anywhere else ever has. The place has barely changed over the years with its oil-stained concrete and rust that climbs the roller doors.

Tools are scattered everywhere, and motorbike parts litter where I can see inside. It looks like any other rundown workshop. It’s not.

The whirring cuts out in an instant, whoever is inside noticing me, Leon and Griff. Jules saunters out with grease staining his blonde hair.

“Well, look who remembered we exist,” he bites out, eyes narrowing on us.

He wipes his hands on a rag before tossing it aside, leaning on the front of an old Hilux. Its engine hangs from a chain, grease coating all the way up to Jules’s elbows. Despite the weather, his flannel shirt is tied around his waist, skin slick with sweat.

He’s angry. He should be.

Just this morning we got the call from his father, the old man swearing at Ash with his huge fucking balls. No one screams at the president of the Devils.

“This has gone too far,” Jules growls, his chest rising with his anger. “My brothers and I try to live a simple fuckin’ life out here. We do honest work. Then this is how we get treated.”

Griff stiffens beside me, always ready for a fucking fight. “Fix your tone, Morgan,” Griff growls.

Jules narrows his eyes, face twisting into a snarl.

“Or what?”

Fuck my life.

This is why I bring Kai to these things. He doesn’t put his foot in his mouth and knows when to rein it in. Unfortunately, my brother has decided to turn into a barnacle on the girl. Even though I dragged Griff to them and offered his services as babysitter, he refused and hugged her body to his like a caveman.

So now I’m with these two pricks.

One with a penchant for violence. The other with a penchant for the one with a penchant for violence. Fucking great.

Breaking through the tension, Theo runs down the stairs, his dad hobbling behind.