"Lucien." Hayden's voice cut through the tension as I turned. If it were anyone else, I'd have ripped their tongue out without a second thought.
But it was Hayden—my closest friend since childhood, my brother in everything but blood.
We'd been through hell together, and that kind of bond meant something.
"What the fuck do you want?" I growled, irritation bubbling up, the weight of the upcoming meeting with the whole fucking club pressing down on me. "Don't be late tomorrow," he warned, his tone cold. "Your father would have my head if you were."
I could hear the threat in his voice, but it was the unspoken one that stung—my father's wrath.
It was always lethal, and I wasn't in the mood to test it.
"Fine," I muttered, not even sparing him another glance as I walked out.
But as soon as I left the room, my thoughts spiraled back to her. The one from the club.
The one who seemed to be gnawing at the edges of my mind, messing with me.
I couldn't get her out of my head. The obsession was consuming me.
"Call Daisy in," I barked at the maid in the lobby, my voice flat with frustration. I needed release, and I didn't care how I got it anymore.
My body was throbbing with a need I couldn't ignore, and Daisy would do for now.
As I entered the room and sat down on the bed, my hands gripped the sheets. The tension in me was unbearable.
My thoughts kept drifting back to her, and it was driving me insane.
Daisy stepped in, her seductive smile plastered across her face, and for a moment, I didn't even bother pretending to be interested.
She wasn't the one I wanted—not by a long shot. Her beauty didn't compare to what I craved, but she'd have to do. For now.
"You called for me?" she purred, her eyes locking onto mine, and I didn't care about her fake allure. All I could focus on was the burning hunger inside me. It didn't matter who I took out my frustration on. I just needed release.