"Can I see what you've done with it?"

"No."

Stunned, I took a step back. She folded her arms over her chest. "Rock said it's my space and I don't have to let any of the brothers in there if I don't want to."

"So who's been lucky enough to see it so far?" I kept my tone light, but inside, I dreaded her answer.

She flinched and the corners of her mouth turned down. "No one."

Huh.

Before I had a chance to ask if I could see it, she craned her neck, and swept her gaze up and down the hallway. "Where's your little muffler bunny?"

"Who?"

"I should've known. Got so many you can't keep track, right?"

What the actual fuck? By her narrowed eyes and crossed arms, it was obvious she was serious. Seriously pissed.

"Trinity-"

"Hey, Trinity, got a sec?"

Motherfucking Rock and his shitty timing.

Trin's face lit up when she saw him. "Sure, prez, what'd you need?" she asked with a genuine smile.

Fuck this.

After the guys left church, I scurried out of the kitchen and back into my room. I still didn't feel quite safe when all the brothers were in the house at once. Everyone was surprisingly nice, but I knew from experience how people you trusted could turn on you, so I wasn't about to let my guard down.

I tried ignoring the knock at my door, but whoever it was wouldn't go away.

Finding Wrath on the other side shocked me.

Thank God, Rock interrupted us. I couldn't argue with Wrath again. If he had his way, he would have booted me back down to Empire where I'd live in fear of being found by Tyler or one of his minions.

Rock had a big grin on his face, until Wrath bumped his shoulder and stormed off. Shaking his head, Rock focused on me. "He giving you shit?"

"Nah, we're whatever. Don't worry about it. What's up?"

He didn't seem satisfied with my words, but didn't question me either. "We patched Marcel in finally. Think you can organize something for him on Friday?" He handed me a credit card. "Get whatever you need, okay?"

I met his eyes briefly. "Okay."

"You know what to get?"

"Alcohol and condoms?"

Rock snorted and shook his head. "Yeah, pretty much. Should I ask any of the CB girls to come up for him?"

I remembered my conversation with Teller the night we said good-bye to the old clubhouse. "Nah, I don't think he'd care for that. He doesn't seem that into them."

He chuckled and ran his hand over the back of his neck. "Can't blame him. They give me a fuckin' headache sometimes."

"Doesn't stop you from nailing them though, does it, prez?" I asked with a laugh.

He shook his head, looking almost embarrassed. "No, it doesn't."

Crap, how could I insult Rock so brazenly after he'd taken me in, protected me, and given me shelter?

"Shit, prez, I'm sorry. That was rude."

A corner of his mouth lifted. "No worries, Trin. Let me know if you need anything else, yeah?"

Excited about Marcel's party, I sat at my desk and scribbled down a list of supplies. I'd finally get to put that fancy, industrial kitchen to good use.

Cake. I hadn't baked in forever, but I enjoyed it when I had the money for ingredients and someone to do it for. Now I had a houseful of hungry bikers to feed.

Rumor had it Wrath was making a run to our downstate charter right after church, which was why I'd been so surprised to find him at my door. Would he make it back for Teller's party?

Do I care?

Sure enough, the rumble of his bike reached my ears as it left the clubhouse grounds.

Yeah, I care. I knew which motorcycle belonged to Wrath by the sound alone. How pathetic.

Shoving Wrath out of my mind would take a lot of effort. To distract myself, I hustled down to the kitchen and took stock of what we had on hand.

I wasn't in there long before Teller strolled in with a huge grin on his face, proudly sporting his new cut.

"Didn't they rub any dirt on your patches?" I teased.

He grinned big and goofy at me. "You heard already?"

"Sure did. Congrats." I gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Gonna celebrate Friday. Got any special requests?"

"You?"

It took a second for his meaning to sink in. "I, uh-"

He blushed and glanced at the door. "Never mind. I thought now" He ran his hands over his cut. "You're not with anyone, right?"

"No. Not really. No."

His gaze roamed over me for a brief second. "I should get going. I gotta pick up my sister."

"Okay."

"I'll catch you later, Trin."

Friday came quick. I had a mild freak out that I wouldn't have everything ready in time. Ginger, of all people, showed up early to help me out. I had no reason to hate her fucking guts, but I did. I worked hard to be civil to her because it wasn't her fault and I really needed her help that afternoon.

Wrath showed up shortly after, and it made a whole lot more sense why Ginger was here to "help."

"Hey, baby!" she squealed, rushing to his side. Wrath caught me rolling my eyes and smirked. My heart plummeted and bile rose from my stomach as she reached up to give him a welcome home kiss.

That should have been my job.

Instead, I was standing in front of a hot oven, covered in flour, batter, and Betty Crocker only knew what else.

Like an idiot, I sighed with relief when Wrath nudged Ginger aside. "Whatcha making, Trin?" he asked, edging closer. It was utterly pathetic how happy his interest made me.

"Cake for Teller's patch party," I answered proudly, then cursed myself for sounding so perky.

His mouth turned down as he took in all my party preparations. "You do all this for him?"

I shrugged, unsure of the right answer. "Well, yeah. Rock asked me to put something together-"

"Motherfucker," he swore under his breath. At his sides, his hands curled into fists.

Ginger had apparently reached her limit of being ignored. She rushed over and grabbed for Wrath's hand.

"Not now. I gotta talk to prez. I'll catch you later."

Based on some tips from Teller's best friend Blake, I chose to make a triple layer chocolate cake with marshmallow frosting. Messy but worth it, judging from the way the guys demolished the entire thing within minutes.

Warm breath on the back of my neck startled me as I set the remnants on the bar top.

My heart actually skipped.

Wrath.

But then two hands that were definitely not Wrath's circled my upper arms.

"Got any of that frosting left?" Teller whispered in my ear.

His lips against my skin tickled, and I giggled. "No, why?"

"I wanted to smear it all over you and lick it off." His lowered voice and the slow way he dropped each word set off a shivery sensation over my skin. I twisted around to face him.

Holy fuck.

Mixing food and sex never interested me much, but the fierce expression he wore actually turned me on and made me reconsider.

He wanted me. Bad.

The familiar need to feel wanted by someone consumed me.

Over Teller's shoulder, I caught sight of who I wanted-Wrath. The crowd shifted and I spotted Ginger glued to his side.

I moved my gaze back to Teller's hungry eyes. "Next time I'll save some just for you."

One corner of his mouth lifted in a cocky smirk I'd never seen on Teller before. It was sexy on him. "I wanna show you my new room, babe."

A voice in my head whispered I better get this over with. And at least Teller had always been nice to me. "Okay."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the stairs. We had to pass Wrath and Ginger to get there. My gaze collided with Wrath's and held. I willed him to say something. Anything to stop me from going through with the inevitable. Because I knew what would happen when I stepped inside Teller's room. I also knew once I slept with Teller, Wrath and I would be done for good.

My heart shattered as he watched me follow Teller all the way up the stairs and never said a word.

I should have stayed in bed. Or left the house after last night. Sitting at the dining room table was just asking for trouble. I'd gotten word from the guy who organized the underground fights that I had a match for Sunday night. I couldn't fucking wait. Every punch and jab, I'd be picturing Teller's smug face.

Z stumbled in holding his head, fell into the chair next to me, and promptly pressed his cheek to the table.

"Whatthefuck?" he mumbled.

Even in my foul mood, I had to chuckle. "Why you even up, bro?"

"Got shit to do," he answered, although it was so muffled he might've said, "I've got shit in my shoe."

"Stop being a pussy."

He groaned and pushed himself off the table. "Fuck. You drank as much as me. How can you sit upright?"

"I'm a bigger man than you."

"Fuck off." Z leaned back and closed his eyes. "Fucking bullshit with Trinity and Teller, man. No one's been able to pry her fuckin' legs open with a crowbar since she got here. All of a sudden, the prospect gets patched and he's up inside that. Ain't right," he said with a snicker.

Cold swirled in the pit of my stomach, and it had nothing to do with the bottle of Jack I downed a couple hours earlier. "What did you say?"

"Trinity, the club-"

"I know who she is."

"So what do you need explained?"

"Nothing, dick." Not a fucking thing.

I pushed out of my chair and went to find Trinity. White-hot fury rose in my chest. Why hadn't I listened to her? The way she got so wound up fixing his party, I assumed She tried telling me, Rock tried to tell me, and- Found her.

In the laundry room. With Teller.

Yeah, wished I hadn't seen that.

Wished I'd never voted Teller's ass in either.

Instead of beating the shit out of Teller for touching what was mine and staking a claim on my girl like I should have, I stormed down the hall.