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By:Amo Jones


“Oh?” I say, straightening my back. “Good or bad?”

“Bit of both. Come down and bring Melissa.”

“She’s not leaving the house.”

“Make her.”

“Why? She just can’t wait to get home.” I haven’t had time to actually miss my home yet.

“Yeah well, that’d be sooner rather than later,” he states. “I gotta go, come down and try to bring Melissa.”

“Okay, see you soon.”

Hanging up my phone, I walk out into my bedroom and throw on the little black spandex shorts, sports bra, and a loose tank top, before walking downstairs to find Melissa on the sofa watching Breaking Bad. I laugh. “Which season are you up to?”

She turns the volume down on the remote. “Season four! I think I love Jesse Pinkman.”

I scrunch up my face, shaking my head. “No, Melissa. Just. No.”

She nods her head. “Yes. ‘Move me further, bitch.’ The man has the keys to my heart. Anyway,” she says, standing from the sofa, her hair falling all over the place. “When can we go home? I’m tired of hiding here.”

“You don’t have to hide here. And besides, don’t you want to come and watch Jada kick my ass tonight?”

She pauses. “You’re fighting Jada! Beast will not let that happen.”

I shake my head. “No, she’s training me. Beast wants to know where I’m at.”

“Oh, okay. I’ll come.”

“Good,” I say, slapping her ass. “Get changed we’re going down to the compound now.”

“I don’t want to,” she moans, her shoulders sagging.

“I don’t care. Go get pretty. I miss my friend.”

She smiles, wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, I’ve been a terrible friend. But Beast has been keeping you company.”

“You smell. Shower, then we’ll go.”

She laughs before running off upstairs and taking a shower.

Shaking my head, I walk to the fridge and pull out a bottled water before taking the keys from the table. “You ready?” I ask as she walks down the stairs in all of her Melissa glory. “You look hot, babe. I’m surprised you haven’t bedded any of the other guys. Hannibal’s beard? Damn,” I say with a smile, nudging her, attempting to get her into a better mood.

She laughs, throwing her hair up in a high pony-tail. “Yeah, they’re all hot to boot, and trust me, I did try. But none of them will touch me. Bikers, Meadow. I can’t even score a biker… who by the way, sleep with those beautiful club whores all day. That’s probably why.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s why,” I mumble under my breath as we walk out the door and make our way to the compound.





Pulling up to the clubhouse, it’s in full blast by the looks of it. Music playing and people everywhere. Jada’s car is parked up beside the bikes, so I pull in next to her and jump out. Melissa stays rooted in her seat and I kneel down, peeking into her. “Get. Out.”

She chews on her lip nervously. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Melissa. Let’s get you a drink and then you can watch Jada beat my ass. Come on.”

“For the record…” she states, finally getting out from the passenger seat, “...if she does, I’ll have to jump in.”

I laugh, hooking my elbow in with hers. “I love you. You know that, right? And screw Hella. He doesn’t deserve you. Let me work something.” I wink at her and her eyes narrow.

“What are you up to?”

I laugh, tapping my nose. “You’ll see.”

We’re both laughing when we walk into the clubhouse and see it choc-o-block filled with bikers, half naked women, and more bikers.

There are more?

Sighing, I squeeze Melissa into me. “Maybe just stay by me. I don’t know who these people are, but they must be fine or Beast wouldn’t have told us to come down.”

“Fine for you, you’re claimed by the Devil himself,” she states.

Monster sized hands wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. “Damn straight she’s been claimed by the Devil himself,” he growls into my hair and my nipples stand to life instantly. Turning in his arms, I wrap my fingers behind his neck and stand up on my tippy toes which only take me to just under his neck. He’s six foot four and I’m five foot six, that’s a bit of a drop.

“Hey baby,” I coo and he picks me up effortlessly off the floor before placing me back down.

“Come, both of you. Melissa, you’re Meadow’s friend. You’re protected here, you should know that?”