me go?” I murmur quietly.

“Why?” he asks, his voice still filled with sleep and the vibration of the tone shoots tingles throughout my body.

“Because, um, I need to get up.” I’m not about to tell him so I can go to the bathroom. Or even to tell him I need to get away from him because he’s screwing with my head.

“Hm, I’m thinkin’ I like you right where you are,” he declares huskily. His face burrows into my neck and, yep, he places a kiss right there on my skin. I swear that kiss will forever be burned into my skin.

“Well, too bad for you. I want to get up,” I mutter, trying to block out the kiss he’d just givin’ me.

This isn’t an easy feat. Not when he does it again.

“Venom,” I utter in protest.

“You know what, I think I prefer you callin’ me Isaac. Yeah, it sounds better when it comes from your lips,” he announces, and oh, does that shoot tingles along my body and makes me want to do a happy dance.

Wait no, it makes me want to turn over and kiss him.

“I really need to get up,” I say urgently, trying not to freak out.

I’m nearing freak-out mode right about now and I’m not sure how to handle it all.

Isaac releases his hold on me, but I regret it the minute I go to jump out of bed. He has a way of making me forget things around him, and I immediately wish I’d worn a long t-shirt to bed last night.

“What the hell?” he growls harshly and yanks me back to him.

“Isaac,” I yell, and try to get up again but he stops me with his hand tightening around my arm as he holds me away from him enough to look at my backside.

“You wanna tell me what the fuck this shit is?” he demands, causing me to flinch.

I shake my head and bite my bottom lip unsure of telling him anything. It’s hard enough hearing the disgust in his voice. I don’t want to tell him how I received my scars.

Isaac releases my arm and I go to try and get up, but he rolls me to my back and positions himself in a way he could cage me in while not being on top of me. I close my eyes to keep the tears from being seen. I know those marks are a turn-off. It’s been made clear to me. I don’t need him to do it too.

“Amaya, look at me,” Isaac commands.

I shake my head ‘no’ in answer to his demand.

I know he’s about to get angry, but I don’t care. It’s my body and I’m not telling him.

The door bursts open to an excited sound of Lincoln calling his dad’s name and running toward the bed. I take this moment while Isaac is distracted by his son to jump off the bed and out of his reach.

I probably should have done it a different way, but I didn’t and by not doing so not only does Isaac see the depths of the scars, Whip does also.

Unfortunately, at this moment, I can’t go back in time and change it, I simply escape to the one room I can.

The bathroom.

God, I wish I were able to just hide in here for the rest of the day.

But from the sounds of both men’s voices, I know I’m not going to get away with that.

Chapter Eleven

Venom

Waking up with Amaya in my arms this morning is something I’ve never experienced. Even when I’d been with Emilia, did I feel anything like I did when I pulled Amaya into my body last night.

It irritated me at first, she would try to sleep on the floor rather than get into the bed with me. Then when I told her ass to get in the bed, she’d tried to stay close to the edge. Fuck that, soon as she’d fallen asleep, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body flush with mine.

I didn’t expect to see the scars marring her entire backside. I don’t remember ever knowing about them, then again, I didn’t know much about Amaya. She’s a mystery to me. One I want to know everything about.

After sleeping with her all night in my arms and waking up not having had a nightmare in I don’t know how long, I’ve made a decision. She’s mine. Last night I might have stated it but this morning confirms it. Later this morning when we go to the clubhouse, I’ll be sure to inform my brothers who see her.

Climbing out of bed, I look down to Lincoln and grin. “You hungry, kiddo?”

“Affles?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.

“How about we get something at the clubhouse or on the way? We don’t have shit here,” Whip grumbles, his gaze locked on the bathroom door.

“You good?” I ask him, trying to figure out why he’s staring after Amaya. Does he have a thing for her too?

“Yeah, brother, saw the scars and don’t like them, that shit reminds me of my own,” he grunts with a shake of his head.

That would do it. Whip and his sister had a shit life, and he feels even shittier for leaving her behind. Brielle ended up going through her own hell without telling her brother anything about it. Which sucks because we all would have helped her out.

Shaking my head, I decide not to go down that path, it’ll lead to nowhere good. I need to focus right now on getting Lincoln ready and pulling Amaya out of the bathroom. If she thinks she can escape the talk we’re gonna have, she’s wrong.

“If you want my opinion, wait until later to talk to her about the scars. She’s scared shitless right now. Maybe have Nerd look into her past, see what he can find out.”

I nod my head at his suggestion. “You mind getting Linc ready for me? The sooner we get them ready and get out

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