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fought each other. Trent got into a man made circle and
knocked a guy out with four punches. Violence never turned me on before … but Trent being
violent did.
    I woke up one morning and sat up in
his bed. The smell of his musky, tough guy scent was gone and replaced by my
shampoo. I wore nothing but a long t-shirt, not even a bra.
    It felt wrong to admit how well I
had been sleeping. If I was being held captive and was going to end up dead, at
least my days leading up to it were comfortable.
    The door opened and in came Trent.
He was in his leather cut, as big and strong as ever. “ Morning, darling. ”
    “ Trent. ”
    I hated that he called me darling all the time. He probably called everyone that but when he did it to me it
did wild stuff inside me.
    “ I
can ’ t believe I ’ m saying this to a woman, ” he said, “ but I need you to put on
some pants. ”
    I smirked. “ Why? ”
    “ Trev
is here. Meeting time. ”
    He then shut the door.
    That didn ’ t make me feel any better at all.
    I scrambled out of the bed,
instantly sobering up from my drunk feelings of wanting Trent to take me right
in his bed.
    I got dressed and went to the
kitchen to find Trent standing with a coffee mug in his hand. Trev sat at the
table, his massive hand wrapped around a coffee mug.
    Behind him, at the door, was Cash.
I learned fast that he was wild and really gross … but in some strange way, sweet.
    “ Hey,
beautiful, ” Cash said
and winked.
    “ Cash, ” Trent said.
    “ What?
Isn ’ t she beautiful? ”
    Trent looked at me. He didn ’ t reply.
    “ Sit
down, ” Trev said. “ Want some coffee? ”
    “ Yeah, ” I said.
    Trent poured me coffee and then
finished it up just how I liked it. It made me blush. I couldn ’ t remember the last time
someone made me coffee. And he made it perfect. That meant he was watching me,
right?
    I sipped the coffee and stared at
Trev.
    “ You ’ ve been honest so far, ” Trev said. “ But now the club has
reached out to us. They must have tucked their tails and hidden but now they ’ re pissed. ”
    “ Okay, ” I said.
    “ I
want to know about any conversations that had to do with guns, ” Trev said.
    “ I
told Trent everything. They said you owed them guns. ”
    “ I ’ m going to show you some
pictures, okay? ”
    “ Sure. ”
    “ Does
this guy look familiar? ”
    I stared at the picture of a guy in
a tweed flat cap. He wasn ’ t
looking at the camera, telling me he didn ’ t
know his picture had been taken.
    “ No, ” I said.
    “ Are
you sure? ” Trev
asked.
    “ Positive. ”
    “ Anyone
ever come to the clubhouse with an Irish accent? ”
    “ Not
that I could remember, ” I said. “ I wasn ’ t in the clubhouse long. ” I glanced at Trent. “ I never meant to end up
inside there. When the outside work stopped, I helped at the bar for some cash
tips, you know? ”
    “ And
your outside job was what? ”
    “ Please
say sucking dick, ” Cash chimed in. “ I
have a pocket full of money, beautiful. ”
    “ I ’ m going to pour hot coffee
down your throat to get you to shut up, ” Trent said.
    His nostrils flared.
    I fought back the urge to grin. It
was so sexy and almost cute that Trent got worked up when Cash said things
about me or to me.
    “ My
outside job was to attend different events for the club, okay? ” I said. “ There were a handful of
us. Dress up skimpy and flirt. Serve drinks. Go to the card games. Sometimes a
fight here and there. Just stuff like that. I was a waitress and Gunner asked
me if I liked my job. I was trying to save up to get out of this state and I
got stuck here. I never hurt anyone that didn ’ t
deserve it. I never killed anyone. Things got violent and I was in a corner
when they said I had to kill Duke. ”
    The emotion instantly crept up on
me. It made my stomach sick to think that I had come so close to actually
killing another human.
    I blinked back tears and took a
deep breath.
    “ That ’ s enough, ” Trent said.