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For half an hour, I secretly watched the handwork of the club’s most popular member, Blaze. I’d run from a family that ignored me for nine years. He was the one my father sent to protect me. Days ago, we found out his wife had been sleeping with my fiancé—many times. My fiancé blamed me and shoved me down the stairs. Blaze beat him bloody. We broke up at the same time. Both single. Both needing an outlet. And now I watched the hard muscles of his arm tremble, faster and faster. I should’ve apologized and left. But I was already wet. Just as I was about to use my fingers. He suddenly looked up. Dark. Dangerous. Untouchable. “Princess, if you can’t take it anymore,” he said with a smile, “then come here.” His hand never stopped. He didn’t cover himself. Didn’t look away. And I finally lost it. ******* Ava's POV Chet told me that his neighbor across the street invited us over for dinner tonight. I was excited to meet them. After moving in with Chet two weeks ago. After he proposed I couldn’t wait to have normal. A house in the suburbs. No women around. Along with no club affiliation. I needed that. …… Dad and Mom were always about the club. So was my younger sister Cloe. Growing up, we went to everything. Football games. Basketball games. Birthdays. Graduations. Whatever one of the club kids had going on, the Razor Riders showed up. Funny thing was, when it came to my things, everyone seemed to forget. My high school graduation pretty much summed it up. My family was there. Every single one of them. Just not for me. Several of the club kids were graduating that year, so the whole family showed up. Mom. Dad. Cloe. Club brothers. Ol' ladies. I sat with my graduating class and listened as they cheered for every club kid who crossed that stage. Then it was time for the valedictorian speech. My name was announced. I walked toward the podium. For just a second, I looked out into the crowd. Mom's mouth was hanging open. Dad looked like some
