She gives me a tight hug.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” I say, hoping to wash away the negativity of the betrayal against my brother. But the guilt just won’t let up.
TWO
AT WAR
Milly
It’s late morning,but I’m still in bed, gazing at the ceiling as if it holds all the answers. My head, my heart, and my vagina are at war. What’s a girl to do?
My head is the loudest, constantly reminding me of my loyalty to Reaper. He’s done so much for me—more than anyone else ever has. He’s been my protector and my family. How do I repay him? By betraying his trust and going against his wishes. The guilt is a heavy weight on my chest, one I can’t seem to shake.
Reaper and I were inseparable growing up. From the moment we were placed in foster care, it was us against the world. He slept on the floor in my room for months, making sure our foster parents were good people. He shielded me from bullies, even punching a kid in the nose when he overheard him calling me a nerd. He sent me money while he was deployed so I could pursue my medical degree. He’s been my rock, my constant, and now I’m risking it all for Twitch.
After the war, Reaper came back different. Hardened. He founded the War Brothers Motorcycle Club and became its president, taking on the weight of leadership and responsibility. We still get along, but we’re not as close as we used to be. He’s more serious now, more direct. He has a partner and a baby who rely on him, and I know he’s doing his best to balance it all. But I can’t help feeling like I’m letting him down.
My heart, on the other hand, has already made its decision. It’s impossible not to care for Twitch. He’s so lovable, with his easygoing nature and that infectious smile. He’s always there when I need him, no questions asked. After the kidnapping, he checked on me constantly, making sure I was okay. No one, apart from Reaper, has ever cared about my well-being the way Twitch does. It’s impossible not to fall for him.
But the closer I get to him, the more vulnerable I feel. The more damage he could do if things go wrong. There’s no future for us—not with Reaper in the picture, not with the club’s rules hanging over our heads. And yet I can’t stop myself from imagining what it would be like if things were different. If Reaper wasn’t a factor, I could see myself falling completely, hopelessly in love with Twitch. But does he feel the same? He’s been with Mercedez for years, yet he’s never committed to her. What does that mean for me?
And then there’s my vagina and my body—my traitorous, reckless body. It doesn’t care about Reaper, the club, or the consequences. It only cares about the way Twitch makes me feel. And oh, does he make me feel. That night with him was unforgettable. The way he touched me, the way he kissed me—it was like he wanted to savor every moment, like he couldn’t get enough of me. I didn’t care about the consequences then, and I barely care about them now. All I can think about is his muscular arms, his rock-hard body, and that piercing... God, that piercing. I can’t believe he had the guts to get his dick pierced, but I have to admit, it’s a turn-on.
Twitch is different from the other club members, and I like that about him. He doesn’t care about the illegal fights or the violence. He’s happy to stay back and look after the women. The only time I’ve ever seen him violent was when he saved me.
But then there’s Mercedez. Yesterday, after Twitch and I were together, I went downstairs for Zara and Bomber’s pregnancy announcement. I celebrated with everyone, had a few glasses of wine, and tried to push the guilt away. But Mercedez was all over Twitch, hanging on him like she always does. It made me uncomfortable, and I couldn’t help but wonder—would he sleep with her on the same day he was with me? I went to bed early, not wanting to find out. It’s stupid to care, I know. Twitch isn’t mine, and he never will be. But I can’t stop my emotions. I’ve always been someone who cares too much, who feels too deeply. I’ve never been able to do one-night stands because I need a connection, and with Twitch, there’s a connection I can’t ignore.
The guilt is suffocating. Reaper would be so disappointed if he found out. Loyalty is everything to him, and I don’t know if he’d ever forgive me. My stomach sinks at the thought. Would he stop talking to me? Would he cut me out of his life completely? And what about Twitch? I don’t know much about the club’s rules, but I know betrayal isn’t taken lightly. Would they kick him out? Hurt him? Kill him? The thought makes my blood run cold.
We’re risking everything—our families, our place in the club, our safety. My face burns with shame, but when I think about Twitch, all the consequences seem to disappear. The pull to him is so strong, it’s like gravity. Ivy promised she wouldn’t tell anyone, and I believe her, but it still unsettles me that two people know. Secrets have a way of coming out, and I’m terrified of what will happen when this one does.
My phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance at the screen and see a private number.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Mary. Are you available to come in to work today? Jess is sick, and I need an ER doctor to fill in for her.”
I hesitate for a moment, then nod to myself. Work will be a good distraction. “Sure, I’ll shower and come straight in.”
“Thanks so much. I’ll see you soon.”
I hang up and sit up in bed, letting out a deep breath. It’s time to stop overthinking and start doing something productive. Maybe a day at work will help me clear my head—or at least keep me from falling further into this mess I’ve created.
* * *
Twitch
I’ve royally fucked up.I slept with the MC president’s sister. Do I have a death wish? Maybe. Like an idiot, I let my dick guide the way, but how could I resist? The timing was perfect. Hardly anyone was around, and I’ve been drooling over her for years. The men all know it too—all but Reaper. They tease me about it, but they genuinely don’t think I’d go through with it. They think Milly’s too good for me. And would never go for a club member.
I can’t help but smile. Well, I proved them wrong because she had sex with me, and it was everything I dreamed of. Those long legs and perky breasts... My mouth waters. I’ll never forget her pale skin against my rumpled dark sheets, her brown hair sprawled around her face, her barely there panties and dreamy eyes. Naturally beautiful—she doesn’t even have to try. She wears her hair in a bun and has on baggy sweatpants around the clubhouse and still looks hot. She’s a wet dream incarnate, and she wantedme. I was disappointed we didn’t have more time. I wanted to treasure every inch of her body, to memorize it all, because I didn’t know if that would be the last time we’d be together.
I was playfully joking when I said we had to have sex again, but the ball is in her court. If we don’t, I think I might literally die. Now I’ve had her I want more. I don’t think there’s ever been a time I didn’t want her. I can see her relationship with her brother is important, so I’m still surprised she went through with it.
She felt the sexual tension too. The flirting, the touches... man, even the eye contact has been intense. It’s been building for years. I think she thought if we had sex once, the sexual tension would disappear. I chuckle. Now that we know how good we are together, it’s much worse, so that backfired.
No one sees the playful, flirty Milly that I get to see. She acts like it only around me. To everyone else, she plays the part of a friendly but serious career woman. She’s much too innocent for a wild man like me. But she’s cheeky as hell. I enjoy playing teasing games with her.
“Hey, handsome.”
