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Wrath
In the middle of an unexpected turf war, I watched my best friend bleed out in front of me and my woman walk away without a backward glance. Now, she's back but she's icing me out.
Sierra
I have secrets. Secrets that could bring down the club I've come to call my family. I must protect them. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves at the most inopportune times, and when they come out, the wrath of the man I love most in the world might just burn us all to the ground.
PROLOGUE
Sierra
Three years ago(ish)...
“Raquel!” I called down the stairs of the townhouse I shared with my bestie. Well, not that she was here much, lately. She was shacking up more with her man, Orion, a biker with the Primal Howlers out of Monument, Colorado. First, he’d fucked her into submission, then he’d dragged me into his degenerate world kicking and screaming...
...at a man named Wrath.
Wrath was a road captain for the club and an all-around bossy son of a bitch who seemed to think he held dominion over me.
He did not.
“Yeah?” she replied.
“I’m running late. You go ahead. I’ll meet you there.”
It was a Howlers’ club family night tonight, so I’d been invited.
No, that wasn’t quite right. I’d been summoned to attend by Wrath, who’d somehow decided I was his business.
The only reason I’d acquiesced, was because I had nothing better to do and I hated being bored.
“Are you sure?” she asked, peeking her head into the bathroom.
“Yes.” I dabbed oil onto my hands and wove it into my curly locks. “I’m at least an hour out.”
“Okay. I’ll see you later.”
About an hour later, I walked into the cabin and made my way up to Wrath’s room to drop off my stuff and maybe have a little fun before family night really got going. Wrath and I had been getting closer over the past few weeks, and even though we butted heads more often than not, he was crazy good in bed. I didn’t want more than that... at least, I didn’t think I did.
I twisted the doorknob and frowned. The door was locked, so I raised my hand to knock, but before my fingers hit the wood, I heard the undeniable sound of a woman screaming in ecstasy and I lost my mind.
I frowned. That little asshole was fucking some whore.
Oh, hell no.
He insisted I be here tonight, then decided it’d be a good idea to ram his dick in someone else?
I rummaged through my purse and pulled out my case, unzipping it and picking the lock.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I hissed.
A very naked Wrath, his dick halfway down some whore’s throat, turned to me with a frown.
“Did you just get here?” he asked, pulling out of her mouth.
She scowled at me, but I ignored her. I didn’t recognize her, so I could only assume she was there for the party.
“Sierra,” Wrath snapped.
“What?”
“Did you just get here?” he repeated. “You were supposed to check in with me two hours ago.”
“You’re seriously standing here buck-naked demanding—”
“So, you just got here,” he sneered.
“Umm, is she joining us?” the whore asked. “Or, should I keep going?”
“Finish yourself off, sweetheart,” Wrath said, then turned back to me. “Who brought you, Sierra?”
I rolled my eyes. “I brought myself.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You drove here by yourself?”
I threw my hands in the air and let out a frustrated grunt, then turned on my heel and walked away.
“Goddammit!” he snapped. “Sierra!”
I ignored him and continued downstairs, but as I stepped off the last step, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I craned my neck to see Wrath on my tail, jeans on, but still pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Sierra, stop.”
“Suck a bag of dicks!” I screeched, rushing through the great room, my level of rage at eleven.
“Sierra, you gonna stow that anger or am I gonna deal with it?” Wrath asked, following me.
I kept going, doubling back the way I came, and slipping into one of the bunk rooms behind the kitchen. Unfortunately, I was not quick enough to evade him (plus the door didn’t have a lock) and he walked in behind me.
“And I believe the correct term is ‘eat a bag of dicks,’ baby,” Wrath retorted, grinning as he crossed his arms.
“Then eat a bag of dicks,” I hissed.
“Why are you almost two hours late?” Wrath demanded, crossing his arms.
“None of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow. “My dick’s been buried in your pussy more than once, sweetheart, it most certainly is my business.”
“Yeah, well, that’s never going to happen again, so business rescinded.”
“Never gonna happen again?” he asked, his face stone-cold blank.
I met his eyes. His stupid, gorgeous, puppy brown eyes. He was tall, dark, and fuckable, and was about the best looking man I’d ever seen. “Yes. Never again.”
“And why’s that?”
“I just walked in on you with your dick down some whore’s throat!” I screeched, surprised by how shrill my voice sounded. God, I had to get a grip.
“True, it was also somewhere else twenty minutes ago.”
“You’re disgusting!” I hissed. “More of a reason to cut you out of my life.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You said you didn’t want to be exclusive, Sierra. You changin’ the rules of the game?”
I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a series of curses.
I jumped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and said, “Glad we got that—”
“No,” I snapped, slapping at his hands. “We’re never doing ‘it’ again, so you feel free to screw whichever triangle comes up on your pussy of the day wheel.”
He studied me before bursting into demented laughter.
“I’m leaving,” I snapped, and flew to the door.
Not fast enough.
“Where ya goin’?”
“Home.”
He smiled. “You know you’re not goin’ home, honey, so what’s the plan?”
I crossed my arms in a futile effort to protect myself from him.
He tugged my arms down and smiled. “Don’t shut yourself off to me, Sierra.”
“I’d like to leave.”
“You’re not my prisoner.” He searched my face. “Just need to know what’s goin’ on with you.”
“Nothing. Can I go now?”
He sighed. “Yeah, sweetheart, go.”
I fled out of the room as fast as my bedazzled cowboy boots could carry me, vowing I’d never have anything to do with Booth ‘Wrath’ Reid again.
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