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  One of the bartenders rushes over for Ace. “I need you.” She pulls on him and he nods.

  “Before you go,” 2 places his hand on Ace’s forearm, “The Iron Fists?”

  “Look man, all I can tell you is to keep as far away from them as possible. No one can find out where they have their clubhouse and they’re some crazy, ruthless bastards. I know it’s your sister and all, but I want to see you stay alive.” He grips 2 Piece’s shoulder for a brief second and then follows the bartender to the back.

  “What the fuck we doin’ now?” I stand beside 2 as everyone goes back to their seats and groups.

  “Ace was my only hope. He’s right about not bein’ able to find this club; it’s like the name exists, but not the damn place or its members. I say we go for a long ride through town an’ around the area to see if we can run into them or someone who may know something. It may not be the best of ideas, but it’s the only way I see us getting’ somewhere.”

  I grunt my agreeance and we head back to our bikes.

  A week passes as we ride around Spicy and the surrounding areas. We stay busy asking multiple businesses, attempting to find the Iron Fists, but just like the fuckers’ name, they’re basically ghosts. According to those we spoke to, the Fists find you, and that’s supposed to be a bad thing. I hope like fuck they do find me so I can show them what the fuck crazy’s really about. It seems to me like they’re a bunch of chicken-shit bitches always hiding out, but whatever.

  The one consistent thing during the week though is Sadie. She calls once a day to check on me like she would if she was my chick, and I actually like it. She doesn’t pester or annoy me; she makes me laugh and smirk at her silly rambling. I just can’t seem to get Sunshine off my mind, and it fucking terrifies me, because the last woman I thought about like that, ended up taking my soul with her in her death.

  Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing

  is the very thing that will set you free.

  -Unknown

  My brother and Twist finally make it back, but shortly after their return, the club starts getting crazy scary threats. Avery and London practically get attacked at the grocery store not too far away by some freak, and the guys get a little insane with the precautions. I understand them worrying, but it’s annoying nonetheless.

  Silas will no longer let me move into the apartment; he swears up and down it’s just too dangerous right now, even when I asked to bring Twist along with me. He rudely informed me that Twist isn’t my puppy and that I can’t cart him along wherever I go.

  Jerk face.

  Maybe it’s not safe for him right now, but his club has nothing to do with me, and my own safety should have zilch to do with it. Besides that, he doesn’t even know if Twist would or wouldn’t want to come with me. He warned me to not get too attached to Twist, but I feel like he seriously needs to mind his own business. If anything, it makes me want Twist even more.

  I’ve decided in order to keep the peace with my brother, to just have baby stuff shipped here. I’m so close to having this kid and own basically nothing for it, and I’m beginning to start to freak out a little about it. I’ve stuck with my original plan and not found out the sex of the baby.

  It may be driving me sort of crazy though while looking at different patterns, because you can only order so many green and yellow things. And that doesn’t even take into account the difficulties of picking out a name. My baby’s going to be nameless at this rate. I may relent and find out what I’m having at the next appointment.

  I’m trying to be a good sport about all the rules and safety precautions. I know it’s because they care, but I refuse to go into labor and have my child in the middle of a motorcycle club. I’ll drive myself to the hospital on my own if I have to.

  Twist’s been quiet and distant ever since they’ve gotten back. I don’t know why exactly, but I’ve left him alone. We have our own little routine of watching TV together or him coming in smashed from drinking. I think it’s all so he doesn’t have to say anything about our kiss. It doesn’t matter, though, I haven’t forgotten it at all. If anything, I keep reliving that blissful moment over and over again. I’ll remember that kiss for the rest of my life, along with him constantly making sure I’m comfortable and safe.

  Earlier he mumbled that we were finally going to talk today. I don’t know what’s been going on besides a few heated conversations between him and my brother, whatever that’s about. I’m sure Silas is on him about seeing us so close before their trip last week, but my brother needs to realize I’m a grown woman and I can see whoever makes me happy. In this instant, I believe Twist could make me happy, if he’s really interested.

  While he and Silas were gone, I called to check on him to make sure they were staying safe and surprisingly he answered his cell each time. His voice is even deeper on the phone, and he sounds unbelievably sexy when he’s sleepy, just mumbling into the phone.

  He’s slowly restoring my faith in the opposite sex with each longing gaze and thoughtful gesture. Several times I’ve woken up from a nap covered with his blanket and a peanut butter sandwich waiting for me. In the end, it’s the little things that are going to make me fall for him. Not sure I’m ready to give up my heart though. Twist could seriously mess me up if he wanted to, especially after getting me so used to him being there basically every time I turn around.

  The downfall is, he’s probably going to hurt me no matter what. Friend or more, I know it, and I’m waiting for it to happen. I’ve seen the club sluts hang on him when I’ve gone to the kitchen in the evenings. It started to hurt me, so I stopped going. I’d rather be a little hungry than feel the pang it sends my heart. I don’t get why it bothers me to see someone else that close to him. It shouldn’t, but it does. I’ve never seen him really pay them any attention, but they definitely try to get him to.

  Ugh, who am I kidding? He’s not going to want much more than fun, and I’m a package deal—too much for a man to take on right away. Ha. I think about all of this like I actually have a chance at a relationship with him. Silas is right; I’m naïve. He probably knows what’s best for me like he always has.

  My back and forth thoughts are interrupted by the opening of the bedroom door. “Sunshine?” Twist calls out, coming fully into the room and sitting on the side of the bed next to me.

  He has his back to me with his elbows resting on his knees as he places his head in his hands, so he’s not looking at me. Something must be bothering him, but he doesn’t usually share it with me when I ask. I wish he would, maybe I could actually help somehow.

  “Everything okay?” I ask, concerned.

  He glances back at me briefly, his cheeks flushed warmly and his eyes sad. “I’m okay.” His fingers tap a silent beat. “How are you doin’, Sadie baby?”

  My head tilts as I lightly place my hand on his shoulder. “Just waiting for you to talk to me like you mentioned earlier.”

  “I’ve been goin’ at it with your brother.”

  “I noticed it was a little tense with you both, but I thought that’s how it’s always been with you guys? Was it from you going to California?”

  “Not this bad. Not really Cali, but he wants me to stay away from you.”

  “Well I don’t want you too, Twist. You’ve been nothing but kind to me. You’ve basically taken care of me and supported me ever since I first got here. He doesn’t see that?”

  “Naw, baby; I’ve done nothin’ but want you, sugar cakes. It’s wrong and even I know it. I’m too fucked up. I’ve had it out with my brothers, they know who I am damn it.” He shakes his head, frustrated. “Fuck…They know what I am. He’s right, they’re all right, I ain’t no good for you.”

  My eyes fill; it’s amazing to hear him say he wants me, but it kills me that he believes he’s not good enough. “I never asked for good, Twist. I asked for you,” I utter out and the first tear falls. This beautifully broken man has no one to believe in him, but I do, and I will every day of my life if he needs me to.
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  “What would you do with someone like me? I drink too much, I’m not right in my head…There’s so much about me you don’t know.”

  “So you can tell me then; we can learn about each other. You’re the only man who has ever gone out of his way for me besides my brother. With time, Silas has to notice that, and if not, then that’s his fault.”

  “For fuck’s sake, sugar, he thinks I’m sleepin’ on the goddamn floor and shit in here. He don’t know we’ve been sharing a bed or about what happened before I went out of town.”

  “By that, you mean with us kissing? And don’t forget the other time in the kitchen. It’s not like this is a onetime deal or anything. It keeps happening over and over. I don’t want to keep living here and not at least attempt to figure out what this pull is you have on me.”

  “That’s gotta be just sex, baby—our bodies wanting each other’s. It hasn’t happened, so I bet it’s making the pull to give in even stronger.”

  “No you don’t seem to get it. When you scream a night, I want to hold you. I want to tell you that whatever you’re going through inside will be okay. I want to wake up and kiss you every morning. That may sound premature, but after that kiss, I can’t help but want you. And that, Twist, is not just sex.”

  “Fuck,” he mutters, bringing his sea green gaze to mine. “I’m unsteady, Sadie. You don’t know what all you’re getting into with me, and I’m terrified you’ll hate the kind of man I am, once you figure it out. But I’m tired of being alone, and for some odd reason you just feel like home to me. I look at you and I see light. I need some of that in my life to take away the darkness always pullin’ me under.”

  “Home?” I choke, out and he nods.

  More tears fall, and my heart becomes his a little bit more. “I can be your anchor.” The words sound cheesy when they leave my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he leans in to thread his hands in my hair and rub his nose with mine like he does at night. It instantly calms me; he calms me. I hope I can do the same for him.

  “You won’t want me,” he shakily mumbles, giving me a last minute cop-out and I graze my lips against his. He’s too late though.

  “I already do and I won’t let go of you,” I say breathlessly, and he takes my mouth for a tender, slow kiss.

  Our lips fuse together in passion. As his heavy body crawls over me, pushing me back into the pillows, he’s careful not to put pressure on my stomach as his hips line with mine, and an insatiable need for him to be inside me overwhelms every inch of me.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  I pull back to draw in a heavy breath and utter, “Please, I need you, I’m okay.” His mouth meets mine as his hand flutters over my body until he reaches my core. My hips thrust involuntarily, and his fingers quickly enter me, but it’s still not enough.

  A gasp of pleasure leaves my mouth as I hold his scruffy cheeks in my hands. His mouth leaves mine as he runs his lips over my throat, whispering kisses over the sensitive flesh. His other hand cradles my face, his thumb sweetly rubbing over my cheek. This isn’t just sex; this is Twist cherishing me.

  “More, Sunshine?” he mumbles quietly, his warm mouth near my ear. I nod my head, letting loose a nearly silent moan, begging for anything he’ll give me.

  He pushes my shirt up over my breasts and I quickly lean up to help him get it off. Once free of the material, his lips graze over the sensitive skin on my chest, pausing to lick and suck over the mounds of my breasts. His other hand sweetly glides over my round stomach until he works my shorts off.

  “Every inch of you is gorgeous, Sadie.” His bright green gaze full of hunger ignites a want so deep inside of me that I anxiously help him pull his shirt off, exposing a physique that makes my mouth water.

  Twist’s body’s like reading a comic book with all of his classic, brightly-colored tattoos. It’s pure art and beauty. He’s not bulky by any means; frankly, I’d be surprised if he has an ounce of fat on him. He’s made up of corded muscles, his stomach nearly hair free except a slight happy trail leading to the prize.

  His blond hair reaches his shoulders, though he usually has it pulled back into a man bun, making the entire package come together, branding him as a beautifully broken piece of sweet torture. You want to fight him but no matter how hard you try, you can’t help but crave the kind of torment he’s sure to inflict on your heart.

  He shucks his clothes impatiently, ready just as much as I am and enters me on a deep thrust. It steals the breath straight from my lungs. I can’t even call out, just silently thank the world for this brief moment of blissful paradise. One side of me wants him to fuck me to high heaven while the other is lapping up the softer side of him. I get to see a piece of him that no one else does, and it’s mind-blowing.

  My hands hold his cheeks as I stare into his eyes. With each movement he makes, I watch, wanting to remember every millisecond of this moment. I know my soul calls to his; the scary bit is, I swear his answers. Could he care as much as I do?

  “Don’t make me be alone any longer,” he demands quietly, as he presses into me. It’s a quiet plea from a man who always appears to be strong, when in reality, he’s anything but, and it makes the impact that much more powerful. You wouldn’t hear him say those things in the bar around the other men, you’d see him being a jerk and acting like he’s on top of the entire world, not having a care in life about what others could possibly think of him.

  “Ne-never.” I shake my head and he kisses me with his entire being, drowning me in feelings I wouldn’t ever imagine him being capable of sharing with anyone, let alone me.

  He worships me, catching each moan I call out with his mouth, running his hands over my breasts, squeezing my thighs, and raking his fingers down my arms until I can no longer think. The brief seconds of little touches turn into moments of bliss, becoming long minutes of the sweetest torture I’ve ever experienced. If this is how it is with him every time, I won’t be able to live my life without him being a part of it. I had no idea what it meant to make love before this—the un-quenching ache that begs it to never end.

  The passion that consumes your heart—not just claiming you—but owning every last piece of you whether you want to relinquish control or not. It takes over, fight or not, and you love every single bit of it. At this rate, I’ll never be able to forget him.

  Our time comes to an end, and he flashes the first smile I’ve ever seen on his face. More tears fall as I realize I’ve just willingly handed over a piece of my heart to him.

  I didn’t think such a thing was conceivable, but it is.

  Love is real. Soul mates do exist—because I’ve just found mine.

  After being with Sadie, I just feel wrong. How could I do that to my brother’s sister? I was gentle with her, treating her like I felt she deserved, but afterwards I’m left torn. I shouldn’t have fuckin’ done it. I should have held off and let her alone. But I fucked up and slept with her. I thanked her like some fuckin’ jackass afterwards and popped smoke outta my room like my ass was on fire. I was done talkin’ at that point. I would’ve gone from digging myself into a hole, down to diggin’ a fucking ditch or some shit. 2 Piece and the other brothers would be skinning my ass like a damn rabbit.

  Shaking my head in disgust with myself, I throw back the cheap shot of rum.

  “Another?” Snake, the Prez’s kid mumbles, and I nod. He tops my shot glass off and I slam it back quickly.

  “You on a mission, brother?” One of the prospects claps me on the back as he comes up next to me at the bar causing me to let out a growl.

  “You wanna lose that fuckin’ hand? And I ain’t your brother, Prospect.” The little weasel winces at first until he notices a few of the other brothers turn, curious to watch. The older man Smiles snickers, noticing my body strung up tightly ready to flip my shit. I hate people touching me, especially when I’m not expecting it. I don’t know why I’m that way, I just am.

  “Lose my hand? This isn’t the eighteenth century;
I was only trying to make conversation. Chill.”

  “Well don’t. You ain’t my fuckin’ buddy. And yes, lose your fuckin’ hand. If you’d like I can turn your shriveled little wanker into a cunt, then we can have you ‘round here with the other bitches.”

  I hear a few more brothers let loose chuckles. Stupid fuckers; at least someone’s getting some entertainment out of it.

  Daddy, that’s not nice!

  Her voice chastises, and I instantly picture her wagging her finger at me.

  “You gotta stop that, baby; not here,” I mutter, not realizing I said it out loud.

  “All right I get it, but don’t call me baby, man. That’s fucked up,” the Prospect grumbles, irritated. I can’t help myself and I grab the back of his head and slam his face into the bar a few times. He stumbles to the side a little from the hard impact to his head. I jump off my bar stool.

  I’ve been needing this—a way to help keep her voice quiet—and it seems blood was the only trick I had to remedy that. I can’t have her talking to me when I’m not alone.

  My fingers tap at my side irritated, the same beat I always go back to.

  “Aghhhh!” he screams with his hands over his face attempting to stop the blood from running out of his nose. The brothers just sit, watching and laughing, waiting for me to really beat the dude’s ass. Before I have time to get a kick in, Ares is storming between us, dragging the idiot to the bathroom.

  “Welp, Twist, Daddy took your plaything away.” Spin laughs as he walks up beside me, resting his elbows on the bar away from the bloody mess I’d created.

  “Shouldn’t you be at your shop drawing in your coloring books or some shit?”

  He shakes his head at the same line I always give him shit with, as Snake sets a longneck in front of him. Spin’s our patched brother, the club’s treasurer, and he also owns a tattoo shop where he’s usually hiding out. Today his tall Mohawk’s a dark purple color, almost the same color as one of his eyes. The other’s like a pale gray color. His hair’s usually black, but occasionally he’ll pop in with some crazy color.