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least seeing him this way helped Asty build up the walls of the icy fortress
around her heart. He was only human, no matter how handsome he was, or how
piercing his green eyes were. The Lord of Hell had played a cruel joke on her.
    “Like what? Are you suggesting he could
take you to Neverland?” she muttered, tapping the tips of her toes against the
side of the counter. Her shoulder and thigh were becoming hot where they were
close to the handsome stranger, and she mentally begged Lucky to come back and
save her. The ritual wasn’t supposed to end up like this. They were supposed to
be lured in and never again appear in her life. And yet, both of them were
here, like a big fuck you from the being she had called for help.
    “No, like your fairy godbrother. He wished
for you to get a prince, and here I am.” The man’s grin widened, and the way he
was eating Asty up with his gaze made her clench her thighs. But it was no use.
He had already been inside her. He knew how she looked naked. He’d seen her
masturbate. He’d seen the other guy fuck her. He’d seen everything .
    And she didn’t know how to answer as her
tongue knotted the moment she looked into his eyes. “Whatever,” she muttered in
the end and slid off the bar stool, speeding through the lounge hoping to lose
him on the way outside. That was it. She couldn’t come over here anymore. She’d
stay away from the clubhouse ... but then again, how could she take care of
Beast without coming over? Maybe Dad would agree to build him an enclosure in
the garden at home now that without Mom, there was no one to take care of the
flowers and herbs.
    She rushed outside and nodded at Kat,
Milk’s wife, who stood by the door smoking a cigarette. After her third baby,
she clearly wanted to indulge in all the smoke she could have. But Asty wasn’t
up for conversations and dove into the darkness, away from the main entrance to
the clubhouse. The streetlights provided her with enough glow to walk along the
wall without stumbling, but the moment she took a turn and started walking away
from the street, it became necessary to slow down. In the courtyard on the
other side of the building, she could already see the shape of Beast’s shed,
and she needed the touch of his soft fur more than ever.
    By the time she put her hands through the
wooden fence to touch her pet, her throat was so choked up she thought only a
good cry would provide any release. She was trapped.
    But even here, she would get no peace.
    “Hey there, Witch.” It was the other guy.
The one with the gold tooth. The rude one who didn’t fuck very well.
    Asty tensed, and even her toes curled in
her platform boots as his big, powerful presence approached her in the
darkness. He was the last person she wanted to see right now, so she chose to
ignore him and just slid inside the enclosure, grabbing one of Beast’s horns as
the goat nudged her thigh with its muzzle.
    “Hey, bitch. I’m talking to you.” The guy
approached the shed with a frown. Did he even know whom he was talking to? That
she was the daughter of the Coffin Nails MC president?
    “I don’t want to talk to you,” she said,
doing her best to appear unfazed, even though anxiety was grabbing at her
throat. If the guy hurt her, he’d have to deal with the wrath of the Coffin
Nails, but what difference would it make if she were hurt already?
    “Why not? You seemed very eager for my cock
the other night.” He leaned on the fence and grinned so widely his gold tooth
showed in the weak glow coming from a few windows.
    “Not anymore, and for your information, I’m
the daughter of your new club president, so you better leave me alone,” she
said, crouching behind Beast and hugging his neck. Her face was hot, and she
was glad it was too dark for him to see the flush on her face.
    “Oh, I know. And you wouldn’t want your daddy
to know what you’re up to when he’s not around, would you? He’d lock you up at
home. Or in a nut house or