Ava stepped out of the club after her shift, the cool night air hitting her flushed skin. Her body still hummed from the night before—every muscle sore in the most delicious way, her p***y and ass tender from how the Devils had stretched and filled her. She smiled to herself, walking toward the waiting car, when a rough voice cut through the darkness.
“Hey, b***h. You think you can just spread your legs for those assholes and be safe?”
A tall guy with a scarred face stepped out from the alley, two others behind him. Rivals. She had heard whispers about them trying to push into the Devils’ territory. He grabbed her arm hard, yanking her close. “Tell your boyfriends we’re coming for them. And maybe we’ll have a taste of you first.”
Fear spiked through her, but before she could scream, hea
