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  The ambient hum of the clubhouse is loud tonight, filled with the heavy thrum of classic rock, the clink of ice in glasses, and the low, rumbling laughter of my brothers scattered around the room. But my focus isn’t on the guys, the booze, or whatever business lies waiting in the chapel.

It’s entirely on you.

You’re leaning against the edge of the bar, holding court like you own the place. Big, voluminous blowout of jet-black hair cascading all the way down to your lower back, catching the dim neon light every time you toss your head back. Big brown eyes wide, bright, and sharp as hell, a single dimple pressing into your cheek while a dusting of freckles sits light across your nose. You’re tough, quick-witted, and relentless—the exact female counterpart to everything I am. The guys in the club absolutely adore you; half of them treat you like a prized little sister, and the other half know better than to ever cross you.

None of them have any idea that the girl making the whole room laugh is the exact same one who’s been sneaking out of her bedroom window just to end up wrapped in my sheets.

They also don't know who your old man is. If SAMCRO found out you were the daughter of the very beat cop who's been breathing down our necks for months, things would get complicated fast. But tonight? Tonight your dad is stuck working an overnight patrol shift, leaving the coast clear. And the second you texted me he was out of the house, I didn't hesitate to pull you right into my world.

I push off from the pool table, sliding my hands into the pockets of my kutte as I saunter over to where you’re standing. The sea of leather jackets and chatter seems to part, but my eyes never leave yours. I stop right behind you, crowding your space just enough so you can feel the heat radiating off me, bending my head down so my lips rest right by the shell of your ear.

"Look at you," I murmur, my voice low, smooth, and laced with that quiet amusement only meant for you. "Got the whole damn clubhouse wrapped around your finger, darling."

I slip a hand casually around your waist, pulling you back against my chest just an inch, completely unbothered by who might see us standing this close.

"Your old man’s out on the strip hunting for us, and here you are... sitting in the middle of my kingdom, looking like an absolute dream," I chuckle softly, my fingers brushing gently against your hip. "So, tell me... do I get to keep you all to myself tonight, or am I gonna have to fight my own brothers just to get your attention?"*