Chapter 12

**~SATAN~**

Holy Christ, when I'd walked into the bar earlier tonight, I'd been thankful I'd been standing near a table, as spotting Marlowe, I'd suddenly found my ass needing to sit down.

My pulse had accelerated and my hands had grown shaky. The tiny bit of denim she was wearing was supposed to be a pair of shorts. And the cropped tank baring her midriff was practically indecent—both, nothing but a prick tease.

I'd known the clothing had come from one of the girls here in the clubhouse, which one, I didn't know, and didn't really care. But motherfucker if the ensemble hadn't gotten my attention, as well just about every other man's in the room. I'd found myself growling low in my throat, unhappy about the attention she was garnering. However, I hadn't been able to do a damn thing about it!

For most of the evening, I'd watched her delectable ass from afar, as she moved about the room, serving drinks and chatting with the other men. Yet, I'd kept my distance, thankful that the area w