Chapter 8. A Toy of His Pleasure

Tommy ignored him and continued, "So, the Club is having a little party on Saturday night. Any chance I could convince you to join us? I promise to show you a really good time," he said seductively, his voice low and deep, and suggestively grabbed his crotch for emphasis as if I wasn't already clear on his meaning.

Luca snapped, "I swear, you better not have a boner over there...or I'ma throw you out on your ass."

Tommy laughed, "Don't worry, I'll keep it in my pants...for now." Tommy was a badass on his own merit, the Grimm MC's Sgt. at Arms, respected and feared. But all humans could sense Luca's animalistic danger. They didn't know what made him different, but they felt the predator inside, and no one provoked him. It was probably another reason we'd garnered so much respect from the surrounding motorcycle clubs.

Without warning, an unmistakable smell hit my nose-Wolf!

One I didn't recognize!

Terror crashed through me. My spine went rigid. Lucky had