When my triplet brothers asked us to upgrade their club's security system, the last thing I expected was to walk into a den of tattooed bikers.

Then I meet him. Beast, the sinfully intimidating president of the MC.

Six-foot-five, gray eyes, covered in tattoos, and looking at me like I'm already his.

"Aren't you a little bit nervous?" Sara asks.

"No."

The lie tastes sweet on my tongue. Because from the moment this man blocks my path and whispers, "Purr like a kitten?"—I know I'm in trouble.

He ki.sses me on the kitchen counter. He growls, "Tell me, baby, you want my co.ck just as much as I want that sweet pu.ssy of yours?"

And suddenly, my twenty-five-year-old vir.ginity doesn't stand a chance.

And when Candy, the resident club bunny, tried to disrespect me? Let's just say I introduced her to my blade. "Disrespect me, and I will gut you like a fish."

Beast watched the whole thing with a smirk. "Major f.cking turn-on."

He wants to make me his Old Lady. I should run. Instead, I'm already falling.

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ANTONIA

THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING again. Not again. I pant. It's not real. Just my imagin-ation. A dream. No. A nightmare.

It's sooo bloody cold. My great as$ is gonna freeze off. A waterfall of shivers runs down my spine. I shouldn't be here.

"Aren't you a little bit nervous?" my sister asks from the passenger seat.

Giving her a disinterested look, I turn my focus back on the road. "No." Even though I'm looking at the road, I can feel her staring at me as if I've lost my mind.

"Antonia, how can you not be nervous? We're about to spend two weeks shacked up at a MC clubhouse." She's been nervous ever since Christian and Cameron called a few weeks ago, asking for our tech skills around the clubhouse.

Maybe I should back up a little. My name is Antonia Romano. I'm twenty-five years old and I own my own security company with my sister, Sara. I know, big laugh, right? Two women owning a security company. Well, you better believe it. We're the best in the business. After four years of working for STF—Special Task Force—we decided it was time to be our own boss. We were the youngest recruits the department had ever had and our boss, Mercury, was sad to see us leave but fully supported us in opening Romano's Security.

We create our own cameras, which include nanny cams, property cameras, and doorbell cameras. But that's not all. We've created bug devices for the government and even a couple torcher devices, but that's top secret. Not to mention our hacking skills. If you need someone found, we're the people you call. If you want revenge on a sh.itty ex and want to expose him for everything he's worth, again, that would be us. Basically, if you need something done with technology, we're the people you call.

"Sara, you act like our brothers aren't going to be there. You know Cam and Chris would never let anything happen to us. Plus, last time I checked, we can kick as$ just fine on our own."

That's another thing—never underestimate us. People assume because I'm short, standing at five foot three, that I'm an easy target. Not the case at all. Dad made sure growing up, we knew how to defend ourselves. The older we got, the more we liked the power it gave us. By the time Sara and I were twenty, we were highly trained in every kind of martial arts you could think of—Karate, Taekwondo, Judo, Aikido, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, and Jujitsu, just to name a few.

"That's easy for you to say. Chris and Cam are your triplets. But me? I'm just the white girl your parents adopted. They're going to treat us differently."

Pulling off the side of the highway, I slam on my brakes. "You know da.mn well that's not true," I scold her. Sara has always had this insecurity growing up. There's no confusion that biologically, Sara is not related to us. My dad is Italian, and my mom is African American. But we've never treated Sara any different, so I hate it when she talks like this.

When Sara was eight, her parents died in a car crash. We had been best friends since kindergarten. She didn't have any other relatives, so my family took her in. It really was a no-brainer. Our families were super close. There was no way we would have let Sara go into the system.

"I didn't mean it like that, sis," she mumbles. "You know I love Mom and Dad. They took me in without question. In my eyes, you guys are my family, blood or not. But it's a fact people won't look at us the same," she says with a sadness in her voice that I don't like.

"F.ck people. When have I ever given a da.mn about what somebody thinks about me?"

"Never," my sister says with a laugh. "Thanks, Antonia, I needed that."

Giving her a brief nod, I get back on the road. We'll be there any minute according to the GPS. "How much longer?" a high-pitched voice asks from the middle console. "About ten minutes, Demon." He doesn't reply, but I know that's because he's sick of being in this truck. Demon is my blue and yellow macaw, and he is the bane of my existence. I love the feathery little sh.it, but I think God put him in my life to test my patience. My two Great Danes, Duke and Daisy, couldn't care less about the ride. They're the chill ones out of the bunch, but do not piss them off. They are highly trained and deadly.

A sharp claw to my hand brings me out of my thoughts. "Draco, do not start that sh.it!"

The little he.llhound just hisses at me. I hate that da.mn cat. Draco is Sara's Savannah Cat. He looks like a cheetah in cat size, and he's viscous as he.ll. The only person he truly likes is Sara.

"I swear, one day, you're going to meet your match and I hope I'm there to see it," I seethe. Again, he hisses at me.

"Antonia, he doesn't mean it that way. It's just his way of showing love." My eyes are so wide I'm surprised they don't fall out.

"Love?" I scoff. "I'm bleeding, Sara!" I raise my hand with a pout.

"Stop being such a baby," she says, rolling her eyes.

Just as I'm about to reply, I see the clubhouse come into view. It looks like it used to be a warehouse but has been remolded to live in. Steel gates surround the property, and I can see at least twenty bikes lined up in front. Pulling up to the gate, a man approaches my truck. He has a vest on, and he's about six feet tall with a buzz cut. He looks super young, like he's not a day over twenty. As he comes around to my window, I roll it down. "Hi, I'm Antonia Romano. I'm here to see Beast."

He puts on a charming smile as he removes his shades. "Name is River. Are you really Torch and Blade sisters?" he asks in a disbelieving tone.

I don't bother answering. I just pull my sunglasses down to the tip of my nose and look him in the eyes. All my siblings and I inherited my dad's unique eye color. Our eyes are a very bright amber, almost golden, so there is no mistaking when you see our eyes that we're related.

"Holy sh.it, Bobby, come look at this!" I shake my head because it's not as if he hasn't seen these eyes before. My brothers are patched members. I see another man approach. He's about six foot two, with curly brown hair that hangs right above his shoulders.

"Well, I'll be da.mned. I thought the twins were just pulling our chains when they said they had sisters, but those eyes are a dead giveaway."

Leaning out of my truck window, I tell him, "I'll let you in on a little secret. Torch and Blade aren't twins."

Both give me a confused look, because Cam and Chris are literally identical. I decide to put them out of their misery before they start bombarding me with questions.

"We're triplets."

Both of their mouths drop open in shock. Bobby finally decides to speak up. "Wait, so, you, Torch, and Blade are triplets?"

"That's right, and I'm the oldest." I throw him a wink before pushing my sunglasses up.

They both chuckle and share a look that I'm not really sure I understand, but whatever. "Go on in. The guys should be waiting in front of the clubhouse for you."

"Thanks." I watch as the gates begin to roll open and I put my truck in drive. Pulling through the gate, I can see Sara's knee bouncing away out of nerves. "Stop fidgeting. We're going to be fine."

"Famous last words," she replies dryly.

BEAST

F.ck. I drank way too much last night, but me and the fellas decided that since the twins' sisters were arriving today that we should go out with a bang. We'll have to be a little tamer with them staying here. A hand comes around my stomach, and I'm irritated as he.ll. The bunnies know I don't do sleepovers. We f.ck, you leave. That's my rule. "Candy, get your clothes and get out. You know the rules."

"Aww, Beast, don't be like that, baby," she coos. "I just thought if we woke up together, I could help you start your day off right." Her hand wraps around my co.ck as she starts to stroke me. Quickly pulling her hand away, I stand with a scowl aimed her way.

"Did I say I needed you this morning?" She shakes her head, because she knows me well enough to know that when I'm this pissed, speaking would be futile.

"I'm going to say this once to you, Candy. Try this sh.it again and I'll get one of the other club bunnies to handle my needs. We f.ck, you leave. Is there anything unclear about what I just said?"

She shakes her head no again, but this time her eyes are brimming with tears. Like I care. The club bunnies know exactly what they're signing up for when they come here—se.x with no strings. In exchange, they get a roof over their head, a hot meal, and a monthly allowance. I know what you're thinking, but every single one of the club bunnies is here of their own free will. Some of them just really like se.x, while some are running from an ugly past and need the protection. Either way, we don't force any of them to be here. They can leave at any time.

Candy hurries out of my bed and makes a quick exit. I think it's time to get a different bunny to take care of me. I've seen this sh.it happen so many times. Bunnies get attached and start getting all clingy, and that's the last thing I need. I'm not the settling down type. I don't think I'll ever be. I get in the shower, dry off, and get dressed for the day. I'm curious to meet the twins' sisters.

Stepping out of my room and locking it, I head down to the common room. The clubhouse is huge. It sits on about fifteen acres of land. When my dad started the Sinful Warriors, he bought this old, abandoned warehouse and turned it into the clubhouse. We've added to it over the years. It took us a long time to get out of all the illegal activity, but we did it. We got tired of losing brothers to jail or death. Once I took over, I invested in a few businesses, and they quickly took off, earning the club enough money for us to be completely legit.

"Yo, Prez, you excited to meet the twins' sisters?" Thor asks with a smirk. I know he's just doing it to mess with the twins, but I won't be involving myself in that trap.

"Torch, Blade, you're just going to let Thor get away with that?" Axel, my VP, asks, trying to stir the pot. I laugh and grab my coffee. I refuse to get stuck in this argument. The minute the guys found out that they had sisters, they've been teasing them. A few of the brothers made remarks about becoming family. It didn't end well.

"I'm not worried about any of you a.ssholes when it comes to my sisters," Torch says.

"Are they lesbians or something?" Thor asks.

"No, asswipe. My sisters aren't anything like the women we deal with. They're not going to fall for sweet lines or any bullsh.it. Any man that gets with them is going to have to treat them like queens. Our dad treated them like royalty growing up, and they won't go for anything less in a relationship." Blade shakes his head, but he seems a bit amused.

"That's because they haven't met me." Thor is overly co.cky sometimes. Granted, he has every right to be. He gets every woman he sets his sights on. Believe me when I tell you, it's a lot. None of us are strangers to getting pu.ssy, but Thor doubles up at least once a week.

"Ok, Thor, if that's what you believe. Shoot your shot," Blade replies with a shrug.

I honestly didn't expect him to say that. He basically just challenged a room full of bikers to try and get his sisters into bed. Either he doesn't give a da.mn about his sisters, or he really does believe they won't fall for our charm. I'm hoping for the latter.

"Do you have any idea what you just did?" I asked Blade.

"Prez, I know my sisters. I've seen how many guys they've dumped without blinking an eye over the years. Those are two women who know their worth and won't be treated any less."

I'm about to reply when my phone rings. "Prospect," I answer.

"Beast, the twins' sisters are here. They're coming through the gate now."

I hang up without replying. Rude, I know, but prospects don't get respect. It's earned just like the patch they want to become a brother. "Well, Thor, you better put on your best charm, cuz the sisters are pulling in." The f.cker lights up like a kid on Christmas. We all started heading out of the clubhouse to meet them. You would think half of these men were teenage girls the way they've been nonstop talking about the twins' sisters.

"Holy sh.it, your sisters are driving that truck?" Dice asks with his mouth hanging open.