She inhales and exhales, pursing her plump lips as she does.
Being this close to her, touching her, is enough to make adrenaline and urges of a whole different kind pulse through my body. I want to pull her close, quiet her nerves by kissing her until the only thing she can think about is whether she wants to ride me, or whether she’s got the patience to let me take my time and taste her sweet young pussy before I fuck her senseless.
“They looked… rough. One of them had a Marine Corps tattoo, and the other looked like someone shaved a silverback gorilla and gave it a bunch of cheap ink. The skinny one wasn’t huge, but he was creepy. Like, when he looked at me, it felt like he was thinking what I’d look like if he peeled my skin away.”
“That’s pretty fucking morbid.”
“I have an active imagination, sometimes. Sorry.”
“They say anything about who they were working for?”
She shrugs, the motion making her tits strain against her flannel button-up. The sight is enough to make me bite my tongue to keep from moaning.
“No. Well, they said that their uncle is the one who sent them. But they didn’t name him. Their names were Silas and Slade, though. And, again, creepy as hell. You’d know them the second you laid eyes on them.”
“Well, you won’t have to worry about them any more. I promise. We’ll sort them out soon enough.”
She gives me a grateful smile that makes my heart pound and twists my stomach in knots.
If only she weren’t the president’s fucking daughter.
If she were anyone else — anyone else at all — I’d have her in my lap and begging me to take her in back and bend her over.
But Stone is on the warpath to protect his family and that’s a damn potent reminder that, no matter how tempting she is, I need to keep my hands off Adella.
Behind me, Stone raises his voice, and it booms through the room like a bullhorn.
“Church. Now.”
Then he throws open the doors to the sanctuary, the heavy wood slamming against the wall with a concussive boom, and he storms inside, taking his place at the head of the table. Every patch-wearing brother follows without hesitation, and every prospect takes a seat outside, focusing their eager eyes on the door in anticipation of the violent news to come.
I enter the club’s sanctuary, take my seat, and turn my attention to Stone.
His face is red, craggy, angry, and his eyes burn with murder.
“I won’t keep you here long. We’ve got too much shit going on to waste time mincing words. So, let me give it to you direct: I just got off the phone with the man behind the bombing and the threats to my wife and daughter. What he wants is simple and inexcusable: for us to kill the FBI agents, steal their files, their laptops, and bring them to him. We do that, and he’ll scurry away like the fucking cockroach that he is. We don’t, and he claims there’s more in store for us.”
“Fucking Christ at a Tijuana donkey show, who the fuck is this man?” Mack blurts out.
“We’ll get to that later; once Brewer, Mack, Crash, Stitch, and I have talked this whole thing over and determined the best way to kill this son of a bitch. When we’ve got that plan, we’ll bring it for a fucking vote and put it into action.”
A chorus of agreement ripples through the room.
Every single man here is eager to fight back against whatever man is foolish enough to think he can make demands of our MC.
“But until our business with this deceitful, cocksucking son of a bitch is over, we’re going to make a few changes to our normal order around here. Because I can deal with threats against my club, but when a man threatens my family — my wife, my daughter — he’s crossing a line. I’m assigning a few of you to protective detail for the two of them. To watch over them, until I drag this bastard’s bloody body before you upon this table and beat the fucking life from him.”
Stone’s words burn with menace, his eyes full of the rage only a husband and father can muster when his family’s life is on the line.
I sit up.
As does every other man in the room.
“Razor, you’ll be watching over Tricia. You’ll be sleeping in our guest room tonight. Samantha’s welcome to move in too, or she can take up quarters here.”
“Understood,” Razor says. Short, curt, eager. He’s always ready to charge into fire when the club is under threat.
“And Snake, you’ll be watching Adella. Pack your bags, because you’ll be moving in to her apartment tonight. It’s small, it’ll be a tight fit, but her couch is new. I bought it for her just a few weeks ago. But don’t get too fucking comfortable, because if someone so much as even touches her, I want them dead. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, sir,” I answer.
I’m surprised I get the damn words out, my stomach drops so damn fast.
How the hell am I going to resist Adella if I have to spend every moment around her?
Will I even make it through the night?
Chapter Five
Adella
“You’re moving in with me?”
I’m stunned. Speechless. It’s such a sudden escalation that I’m too shocked to even enjoy it; I’ve always wanted to spend more time with Snake, always wanted to find out just what I need to do to see that smile he keeps hidden so well, but this is a little fast.
Even if he is the only one in the club I’d
