Swish
that…for now. I know you mean him no harm. But I also think you’re keeping too many secrets from us, and that can lead to trouble. I think you will be good for Helios, but my loyalty is to Afxisi first.”
    Yuri’s last words dwelled in MJ’s mind as she crouched down and worked on the bike’s rear wheels. Yuri had been nice enough to excuse her from working with the rest, telling her she could come back to finish the last of her tasks when everyone was gone.
    Was she a threat to the club, MJ wondered as she squeezed a drop of cleaning gel into her rag before moving on to the other wheel of Yuri’s bike. What kind of trouble could someone like her cause? She was no one. And though James did hate her, it was unlikely he’d come after her. He would probably be glad to know he was rid of her. 
    A movement caught her eye and MJ froze, her hands tightening around her rag.
    A shadow fell over her, followed by footsteps.
    MJ whirled around, her hand raised in defense.
    It was Helios.
    MJ’s breath swooshed out of her, and she pressed her hand hard to her chest, trying to calm her heartbeat. “You startled me. I thought you were an intruder.”
    The shocked look on MJ’s face had Helios gritting his teeth simply because he found it attractive. Practically everything MJ did had become attractive to him , Helios thought violently, and he didn’t fucking like it. He was like her stalker now. He – Helios Andreadis, the biker every girl wanted to have riding her in bed, panting after a little girl who had secret crushes like she was still in middle school!
    Helios gazed disdainfully at what she was holding. “What would you have done if I were an intruder? Beaten me with a rag?”
    She looked down at what she was holding. Oh. Drat it. She was holding a rag. MJ grimaced. Why did history have a knack for repeating the worst possible moments? Why couldn’t it be the best, like last night?
    The thought, coming out of nowhere, immediately had her blushing.
    Helios caught sight of MJ’s pink cheeks. “What is it?”
    “Yuri…”
    “ Don’t say his name.” 
    Helios’ icy voice took her by surprise. “Wh-what is it?”
    In a few swift strides, he was standing right next to her, and MJ’s breath caught when Helios gripped her arms hard. “You’re hurting me,” she gasped.
    “What do you think you’re doing to me?” Helios snarled. “You’ve turned my life upside down. You think you’re going to get away with it?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re saying!”
    His hold tightened. “Why are you here?”
    “Yuri—” And then she couldn’t speak, Helios’ lips crushing hers in a punishingly hard kiss. Dimly, she knew it was not meant to give her pleasure, but it didn’t matter. This was Helios. The man who had given her hope all these years. His kiss, however it was given, would always bring her pleasure.
    She did not even think of saying no, did not even think of trying to struggle or reject his touch. Instead, she opened her mouth to receive his kiss, her body shuddering when his kiss immediately became bolder, his tongue plundering her mouth as if he did not want to leave any part of her unclaimed.
    When he lifted his head, his golden eyes blazed down at her. “ Is he your secret crush?” Before she could answer, Helios shook her twice as he demanded again, “Is he?”
    She wetted her lips. “Yuri…”
    “I told you not to say his name,” Helios growled just before kissing her again. His fingers sank into her hair, gripping it, pulling her head back so he could kiss her more deeply.
    It might only be fury fueling his passion, but she didn’t care. His kisses set her on fire, and she just wanted more. She wanted everything he wanted to give her, and so her arms went around his neck, tightening, her mouth soft and plaint under his, her tongue moving gently and sweetly against the fiercer strokes of his tongue.
    “What are you doing to me?” Helios gritted out, the sweetness of

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