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Chapter 1 Sydney

" H e did what ?" Becca asked, snarling into the phone like a puffing dragon.

"Daryl cleaned out the bank account," I sighed, blinking back tears. "Every dime. I've got nothing, Becs. Not a cent to my name." Saying it aloud made it even more real. How could he do this? It wasn't his money!

"He stole twenty thousand dollars from you?!" She sounded furious as I heard her keys jingle. She was probably on her way over to comfort me. Or find Daryl.

"That's not all," I sighed into my cell, flopping onto the old, worn couch in the living room of my one-bedroom apartment.

"Syd," she hissed, "tell me that cocksucker didn't hurt you."

"He didn't," I assured her, "at least, not physically."

"What else, babe? Because I'm about to lose my shit."

Yeah, she was gonna topple over the edge when I told her the rest. "He hasn't been paying the rent. We're two months behind. I didn't know. He's always paid the bills out of our joint account."

"So he just took the money?"

"Yes." I swallowed hard, closing my eyes as I blurted the rest in a rush. "There's an eviction notice taped to the front door. I saw it this morning when I took out Levi."

Levi, my sweet Beagle. His head rested on his paws as he stared up at me with big brown eyes, watching as I stood and paced from my living room to my tiny kitchen and back again.

"That son of a bitch!" she roared. "I'm gonna find his sorry ass and take a baseball bat to his kneecaps. I'll whack him in the goddamn balls and smash his worthless, cheating, diseased dick until—"

"Becs," I interrupted, knowing she'd keep going if I didn't stop her.

"Fuck," she whispered, deflating.

"I love you for being so fierce and having my back. You're my sister from another mister. Mkay?"

"Yeah, but no violence." She sounded sincerely disappointed.

"Yeah. No jail time for you."

"I could hire somebody to do it." There was far too much hope in her eager reply.

"No."

"You know my brother is a member of the Feral Rebels MC. He'd take care of it. No questions asked."

A part of me wanted to say yes for vengeance alone.

"We've been over this, Becs. No bikers. No crazy mafia hits on Daryl. I don't want your brother in trouble, either. Okay?"

"Void would want to help."

"Becs, no."

"Fine," she pouted. I heard the whine in her tone. "Then I'll tell Diesel. He won't stand for this shit."

Diesel was the Sergeant at Arms for the Feral Rebels MC. Void, Becca's stepbrother, was the tech expert for the club. Both were men I wouldn't want to piss off.

Diesel had a temper, although he never hurt a woman, to my knowledge. Void was a bit nerdy but hot as hell and vicious when someone fucked with him, his club, or Becca.

A sigh escaped my lips for the second time.

"Alright. You can't say no to Revenant."

Out of all the guys in the club, he scared me the most. Okay, maybe not more than Hades, the president, or Grave, the V.P. To be honest, most of the bikers in the Feral Rebels were intimidating. I only met a few of the guys before now, but never at their clubhouse. I'd been too afraid to go with Becca because of Daryl's temper.

But Becca told me plenty about the parties at the clubhouse and the rugged, protective outlaws she had come to know as family. They looked out for her. Void made sure of that.

Me? I wasn't shit to those guys. They owed me nothing.

Daryl was my problem. Besides, it never mattered that I didn't party with the bikers. It turned out that he was fucking his secretary at work. How did I know? I surprised him with lunch, turned the handle on his office door, and found him balls deep inside her as she bent over his desk.

That was last week. Seven days since I had stomped out, gathered up his shit and tossed it onto the sidewalk outside our apartment. My only regret was that I didn't have the money to change the locks. I demanded the key, and he refused to hand it over. He shouted and called me every name he could think of as he picked up his stuff. The landlord said I'd have to pay three hundred dollars to switch all the locks, which I declined. How the hell could I afford that now?

"No, Becs. Revenant would kill him."

"You're probably right," she sighed. "We'll figure this out."

I heard her car door open. It slammed shut, and I knew she was outside my apartment. "I'll let you in."

She hung up.

When I opened the door, Becca tackled me in a hug.

"Babe, karma's a bitch. And by karma, I mean me. He's going to regret fucking with you."

I dropped my arms and shook my head, offering her a cup of hot tea. Ten minutes later, we sat at my kitchen table, pulling out two of the four chairs to face one another.

"You need to get laid."

I nearly spit out my tea. "What?"

"Get revenge the best way possible. Have so many orgasms you forget about Daryl, at least for one night."

I could never do that. "Becs."

"I'm serious. Come to the clubhouse. You'll find a whole bar full of willing bikers."

"You can't be serious."

"Well, Void, Diesel, and Revenant are hands-off. All the rest of them are fair game."

I snorted. "You planning a little hookup too?"

She winked. "Maybe."

"With?" I asked, unable to stop myself from asking.

A shrug followed before she replied, "Maybe all three."

Damn.

I didn't think I could do that. Be with three guys at the same time? How did that even work?

"Oh, shit," she snickered. "You should see your face!"

"Yeah, yeah," I laughed. "I thought you were serious for a few seconds."

"Maybe I am."

"Uh-huh."

"Get up and get in the shower." Her lips twitched with a grin. "We've got a party to crash tonight."

I should have argued or refused. I didn't.

For one night, I didn't want to be the responsible girl who got taken advantage of, heartbroken, and left penniless. I wanted to be confident, carefree, and bold. I wore my sexiest outfit, curled my hair, and applied makeup. For once, I felt like a million bucks.

It took nearly an hour to drive to the Feral Rebels compound. The sun had set during the journey and left the sky so dark that the stars stood out in bright white neon. There wasn't much to see as we rolled up in Becca's SUV, but I did notice the razor wire topping the tall fence that surrounded the property. It seemed to stretch around the buildings in an endless metal embrace as someone opened the gate, and we rode onto the lot.

As we parked beside long rows of motorcycles, I noticed the bikers gathered around lit oil drums outside, most with a drink or beer in their hands. Scantily clad women wrapped around more than a few, and I caught a blonde on her knees, clearly sucking a guy off. Firelight flickered over the men as they laughed, drank, smoked, and partied. Every biker on the property wore a black leather vest with the Feral Rebels MC emblem stitched on the back. Some of the guys opted not to wear a shirt beneath the vests. I caught a few whistles as we left the car, and Becca looped her arm through mine. The scene was wild and intimidating, with an undercurrent of pulsing sexual energy.

It only intensified as we walked through a heavy metal door that led inside the clubhouse, opening directly into the bar. The walls were dark gray, with only two windows covered in dark blinds. Behind the bar, a mirror ran the length of the wall, showcasing all the bottles of liquor lined up, ready to serve the club's members. Hard rock music thumped my chest as heavy guitars and a guy's deep, growly voice shouted lyrics from a nearby speaker.

"There are two hallways," Becca announced, loud enough to be heard above the music. "To the left are all member bedrooms with stairs that lead to the officer rooms. Public bathrooms are that way, too."

I nodded. Good to know.

"To the right are the kitchen, dining hall, and storage. There's not much point going that way unless you want bottled water. Feel free to grab one if you need it."

"No one cares if I walk into the kitchen or take from their supplies?"

"Nah. They keep it stocked for visitors, members, and their families."

"That's thoughtful."

"They party hard around here. Dehydration happens easily."

That was highly likely, given the obscene amount of booze consumed by everyone at the clubhouse.

"You probably won't see much of Hades or Grave. They're likely behind the bar in the president's private office beside the chapel. If not, one of the club girls will probably show them a good time. They all want a few minutes with the president or the V.P."

My gaze swept over the bar, noting the women Becca pointed out. It wasn't hard to tell which girls wanted biker dick. They seemed hot for it, eagerly grabbing what they wanted or griding against a member's crotch. I'd never seen anything like it.

I tried not to stare at the girl bending over in front of a biker shooting pool. He reached for her, undoing his belt, whipping out his cock, and driving into her fast and hard as she cried out in pleasure. Shocked, I blinked, turned my head, and locked eyes with a tall stranger.

He stood before me, taking up all the available space like I had invited him in, leaning down to whisper into my ear with a seductive, husky timbre. "Like what you see, Bright Eyes?"

Bright eyes? I gasped. He caught me looking at that couple fucking against the pool table.

"I, uh," I stammered, unable to articulate a response.

A dark chuckle rumbled up his chest. "You like to watch? Does it get you off?"

Wide-eyed, I still couldn't seem to speak.

"That's okay, Beautiful. I like to watch too."

Oh. Shit. As if his words unleashed a wave of desire and heat in my core, I clenched my thighs together, unable to hide my reaction. Or the blush that bloomed on my cheeks.

"I'm Trojan." A grin stretched his full lips wide. "Love that you can still turn red. It's so fucking refreshing to see a little virtue and honesty in a woman's eyes."

Uh, what did that mean? Ohhhhhh. Maybe club girls didn't get embarrassed. Or they hid it behind the pleasure that overtook them. With a glance, I noticed that not one of them appeared forced or unhappy about their lifestyle or choice of partner. And there was a lot of people rubbing against one another, grinding, and ready to fuck like the whole place was one big orgy. Crazy.

This was so different than anything I'd ever known, including the biker in front of me. He had the bluest eyes, like a deep summer sky, and hair so dark it was almost black. The contrast, when combined with his tanned skin, was striking. Handsome didn't begin to describe him. He had a strong, angular jawline that was clean-shaven compared to a lot of the guys in the room.

His lips twitched. "Gonna tell me your name?"

"Sydney," I managed to answer.

"Goddamn, you're a sweet little thing," he murmured during a lull in the music. "Been waitin' for you."

Huh?

"Yeah, Bright Eyes. Been waitin' a long ass time to find such an angel."

"Does that line work with all the women you flirt with?" I asked, sensing he was a bit of a player.

"What other women?" he asked, grin growing wider. "Ain't a single one that mattered before you."

He was good. I'd give him that.

"I'm not that easy to convince."

"Good. I like to work for it, Sweetheart."

Becca snorted. I completely forgot she stood only a foot away the entire time. "Lay off, Trojan. She's special."

The humor disappeared in his eyes, replaced by a sincerity that glittered in the deep blue. "I know, Becca. I ain't messin' around with Sydney."

Something about how he said my name ignited a tiny spark deep in my belly. My gaze lifted to his face, surprised to find a gentleness there I didn't expect. Attraction, desire, and curiosity mingled in those blue irises. He didn't hide what he felt. I found his openness refreshing after Daryl's secrets, deception, and betrayal.

"I need a drink," I announced.

"What you want, Syd?" Becca asked, ready to head to the bar.

"I got this," Trojan interjected. "Sydney?"

"Sex on the beach."

Something wicked flashed across his face before a crooked smile appeared. "Sure thing."

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