Neither my heart nor my dick were interested.

I put my back to the wall and crossed my arms over my chest. "If it's all the same to you, I'll wait right here."

"You mind an audience, darlin'?" Rock asked her with a cocky smirk I wanted to punch right off his face.

"No," she grunted out.

Lucky me.

"Why the fuck is Trinity at the house?" I grumbled while I inspected the paint on the ceiling.

"That's what you're so bent over?"

"Yeah, I want her out."

I flicked my gaze down and found the girl watching me a little too intently and considered waiting outside. Instead, I jerked my chin at him. "Hurry the fuck up, old man."

He closed his eyes. "Christ, give me a second, asshole."

That did the trick.

Rock groaned. Slapping Ginger's ass, he pulled out. "Off you go, sweetie." Rock dismissed her with another slap on her ass.

She straightened her nightie and gave Rock a peck on the cheek. "Can I dance tonight?"

"Sure, darlin'. I'll make sure you're on the list."

"Thanks, Rock," she squealed.

I turned away while he fixed himself up.

As the girl walked past me, she paused and brushed her hand over my arm. "What's your name, big guy? I'll wear you down eventually."

Doubtful.

"Honey, that's Wrath. He's a scary-ass motherfucker. You're best off looking elsewhere," Rock joked.

"Well, Wrath, I'm Ginger, and I hope to see you again real soon." Bold little bitch. Normally that turned me on. Today it irritated the fuck out of me. She fluttered her lashes and strutted out the door.

Whatthefuckever.

Feeling shitty about the scene that just went down, I decided to needle Rock. "She'll make a great ol' lady."

He stared at me before waving a hand in the air, dismissing the idea. "Fuck that. I ever meet a bitch that doesn't drop her panties at the snap of my fingers-maybe."

"Good luck with that. Is there a chick in this joint you haven't bent over your desk?"

"One or two. What are you so pissy about? Thought a long ride woulda fixed your attitude."

Dick. "Why is Trinity at the house?"

He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes. "She needed a place to stay."

Same thing she said. What'd they do, rehearse this shit? "I don't want her there."

"You with her?" he asked.

"We were starting something. Can't do that if she's fucking brothers."

"She's there to cook and clean, asshole."

"Bullshit."

He sighed and dropped into the chair behind his desk. "I ain't running this MC the way it was before, so knock your bullshit off." He flicked his hand at the door. "Go fuckin' talk to her."

The last night at the old MC, we threw a huge party. It was the first official party I put together for the Lost Kings.

I hadn't seen Wrath in a couple days. Not since he threw a bunch of shitty accusations at me and stormed out of the new clubhouse.

It didn't stop me from looking for him every couple minutes.

Since it was right next door, dancers from Crystal Ball filtered in and out all night. Most of them were fine. A few catty bitches were downright rude to me.

One petite, curvy brunette-who introduced herself as Ginger-caught my attention by asking about Wrath.

"Haven't seen him yet."

It was killing me not to ask how she knew him.

"What's your name? Are you a dancer too?" she asked me.

Going around insulting the MC's strippers would be a good way to get myself kicked out. Good thing I caught the Fuck no on the tip of my tongue just in time. "Trinity. No, I um take care of the clubhouse."

Her eyes went saucer wide at my name. "Oh yeah, Wrath was saying the other day how he wanted you out of the house. That sucks."

The words were almost sympathetic but her smug face was anything but. My breath caught, burning the back of my throat. He asked Rock to kick me out? Even worse, he asked Rock to throw me out in front of this skank?

Embarrassment heated my skin and made me want to throw up.

Of course, that's when Wrath walked in. His eyes swept the room, finally landing on Ginger and me. His mouth twisted and he turned away.

I felt like the worthless trash I'd been called so many times before.

I needed to get away.

"Hey, Trinity." I glanced up to see Marcel, the prospect the guys had started calling Teller. By this point, I'd heard two stories about how he'd earned his road name. One involved fucking a girl who worked in a bank. The other involved him doling out advice chicks didn't like to hear. In the short time I'd known him, he'd been a sweetheart, so I didn't know which story to believe.

"Hey, cutie, anyone break you in yet?" Ginger asked, running her hand over his arm.

He flashed a tight smile at her, then turned to me. "Let me know if you need a ride home," he said before one of the brothers called him away.

"That's what you need to do. Get tight with one of the prospects so he'll patch you right away," Ginger informed me. I almost laughed in her face. That so wasn't how it worked.

Sick panic threatened to leave me blubbering on the floor. The guys were getting drunker and raunchier by the minute. The whole scene brought back a lot of unpleasant memories. This had been a mistake. I had to be out of my mind to get involved with an MC again.

Pushing through the crowd, I found Rock in a clinch with some skanky blonde who'd followed him over from Crystal Ball earlier. Looking away, I cleared my throat. Instantly, he pushed her back and straightened up.

"What's up, Trin?"

"Would you mind if I head up to the clubhouse? I'm not feeling so hot." That was an understatement. Between Ginger, Wrath and the ever-growing crowd, I was nearing a meltdown.

"Of course not. You need someone to drive you?"

"Nope, I have the Jeep."

The blonde kept staring daggers at me, and I realized I'd taken up enough of their time.

"Thanks, prez. I'll be back down tomorrow morning to help out."

He reached up and grabbed my hand, giving me a gentle squeeze that oddly calmed me. "Nah, stay up there and chill."

Pushing my way back into the kitchen made me antsy to get out of there. Someone grabbed my arm and I let out a short scream. My anxiety had reached red-zone levels.

"Trinity, where you going?" Wrath rumbled.

"Home. Sorry you couldn't talk Rock into kicking me out," I snapped.

My throat closed as I choked back a sob. Blinking back tears, I straightened up and met his confused gaze. He glanced in Rock's direction. "Who told you that?"

As if she'd heard my thoughts, Ginger appeared at Wrath's side. I nodded to her. "Your girl, Ginger told me all about it."

Ginger grinned. I bit my lip, on the verge of tears and stormed away. No fucking way would I cry in front of him. And I sure as fuck wasn't crying in front of her. I just had to hold on to these tears until I got to my car.

Everything around me was a blur, and I stumbled into more than one person on my way to the kitchen. Teller was in there by himself, a giant black trash bag in each hand.

He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Trinity. You leaving?"

His simple greeting and smile eased some of my panic. "Yeah, I've had my fill of bitchy dancers." I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, hopefully none of them will find their way out to the new clubhouse."

I arched a brow at that. "Thought having a houseful of strippers would be a dream come true for a young stud."

He grinned even broader. "Nah. It gets old quick."

"Wow, first guy I've heard say that."

He shrugged. "You know the wrong guys then."

"Guess so."

"Need a ride?"

"Nope. Got the Jeep." I couldn't call it mine yet. Still felt too weird that the club had given me a car. Well, technically, the other prospect, Blake, had been restoring an old Jeep the club had rotting in the backyard. When he finished, Rock turned it over to me.

"Well, at least let me walk you out," he offered. He held up the trash bags. "Got stuck with garbage duty tonight."

I chuckled. If that was the worst thing the Lost Kings did to their prospects, Teller was lucky.

We said good night by my car.

"Drive safe, Trinity."

At least by the time I got on the road, I didn't feel like crying anymore.

Trinity's anger made no sense to me. I didn't hide the fact that I wanted her out of the clubhouse.

"Come on, big guy. Show me your room," Ginger shouted at me.

"Later." I brushed her off and went looking for Trinity.

I ran into one of our guys from our downstate charter. "Hey did you see a blonde go by?"

He shook his head, but before I could give him a more specific description, Ginger latched on to me. "Why are you looking for that girl? I'll take care of you."

Jesus Christ, the bitch wouldn't quit. "I need to talk to her. I'll catch you later."

"She got a ride from one of your prospects." She wiggled her eyebrows as she said it.

"What?" She shrugged and I wanted to throttle her.

"I dunno. Come on, show me what you can do."

"Not tonight." I finally brushed her off for good. She bitched and moaned as I stomped off to my room, but I really didn't give two fucks. Sure, fucking Ginger would have given me a perverse sense of getting even with Trinity-as sick as that was-but I didn't have it in me that night.

A week later, we'd all moved into the new center. At church, we voted Teller in as a patched member. He'd earned his three-piece patch by being reliable and loyal. Did plenty of bitch work without complaint. Most importantly, he'd had our backs when the club went through the change in leadership.

In another year or two, we'd vote his best friend, Blake, in. He was two years younger than Teller but hardworking, smart and knew a lot about not only bikes but cars too. Also one hell of a fighter.

Surprisingly, I hadn't seen much of Trinity all week. I wasn't even sure where she was staying. Asking Rock was as pointless as asking an actual rock, so that was a dead end.

After church, I spotted her leaving the kitchen and followed her like some creepy, lovesick teenager. She ducked into the room across from the gym. Duh, why hadn't I thought of that before? I remembered the little suite tucked away down here. Made perfect sense. Before I knew what I was doing, I raised my hand and knocked.

She took her time answering, and when the door finally swung open, her face didn't exactly light up at the sight of me.

"Hey, I was wondering where you've been hiding. This your room?"

Her jaw tightened and she slipped out, closing the door behind her. "Yes."