A woman makes her way up to him. It’s the same woman who was hanging all over him the other night, the night that I left them in the bar and went to bed. The night I knew without a doubt that I needed him more than I ever truly wanted to admit.
I knew that I needed him for security, but I also knew that Dragon would help me. He has said since minute one that he would help in any way possible and that included leaving here and starting a new life. But that night I just knew that Dylan was my life, for good or bad, he’s who and what I choose.
Watching him with the woman, he shakes his head and skirts past her. My heart skips a beat inside of my chest. My father’s men would not have skirted past any woman who even looked in their direction, but Dylan did just that.
He looks around, his head moving from side to side as he scans the group of people. I assume he’s looking for me, but maybe it’s Pinkie. I hate how insecure I am. I hate how our relationship isn’t defined, isn’t concrete.
Although, maybe my news will change that, when I get brave enough to tell him that is. If I get brave enough to tell him. Maybe he’ll just figure it out without me saying a single word and we can just move through life the way we were meant to.
I know when he sees me. He lets out a whistle that causes everybody to pause and look at him. If he notices, he doesn’t care. His feet carry him toward me quickly and even though I didn’t want to be in that crowd, around all those people, they are all focused on me anyway.
My cheeks heat and I know that they turn pink as he approaches. Before he says a single word to me, he cups my cheeks with his palms and tugs me close, his lips touching mine. My entire body relaxes.
It melts.
In this moment, I know that this man is meant to be mine—all mine.
When he’s thoroughly kissed me, he lifts his head, but doesn’t move away. Instead, he rests his forehead against mine. Together we’re panting, trying to catch our breath. Our kiss and our desire having taken everything from us.
“Missed you,” he breathes.
“Me too.”
Chapter Thirty
PAMELA
I want nothing more than to drag him up to his room and let him kiss me everywhere. I don’t. Aside from the fact that the entire clubhouse is here and the women have made it clear we’re going to barbecue and hang out, I also am not forward enough to do any such thing.
“What’s she doing here?” Dylan’s voice growls, causing my spine to stiffen. Turning my head to the side, I follow his line of sight and realize that he’s staring right at Maci.
“Bones said that they couldn’t give her what she needs. Brought her back,” I explain.
He turns his head, looking back at me. “Yeah?” he asks on a grunt.
Shrugging a shoulder, I clear my throat. “She’s scared, but she seems nice.”
“Her father was a fucking traitor,” he snaps.
I blink, shifting my gaze back to him. “Dylan. It’s not her fault, what her father did. You can’t blame her for his mistakes.”
Something in his eyes, it shifts. They turn hard, angry, and he completely shuts down in front of me. He takes a step away from me and in turn, I do the same. The anger radiates from him. My words were not meant to offend, but I am Maci.
My father was evil and if anyone judged me by his actions, then I would have never been saved, and I wouldn’t have been welcomed by this club with open arms. I would have been killed, whored, sold, whatever it is that is done to these women who are not worthy.
Without a word, he turns away from me and stomps off. I watch as he heads straight for Dragon. I don’t understand his anger, and I really don’t understand it being directed at Maci the way that it is, then seemingly at me too.
Dragon happens to be standing with his gorgeous wife at his side and Bones directly in front of him chatting. I can tell it’s Bones from behind, he’s become a permanent fixture around here the past week. I’ve gotten used to him and truth be told, I kind of like him. I can see why Maci would fall for him, he’s not only handsome he’s charming, too.
I think about following behind Dylan, but decide against it. Whatever they talk about, even if it concerns Maci, what it doesn’t do is concern me. I have zero say in anything that goes on in this club at all. Not even when it comes to myself and especially when it comes to other women—all in all, I know my place.
I watch them talk. Dragon’s wife doesn’t leave, so either she’s privy to club business, or like me, she knows her place and keeps her nose out of anything that involves men talking. Flicking my gaze to the side, I watch Maci.
She’s leaning against a banquet table, her fingers curled around the edge and gripping it for dear life. She looks terrified and I don’t blame her. She has no protection at all in this place, just Bones putting in a good word for her if he decides.
There’s a sharp whistle and my head jerks as I look for the source. It’s Dragon. He’s looking directly at Maci. He lifts his hand and makes a come-hither motion with two fingers. Maci pushes off of the table, I watch the food jiggle, but none of it falls.
The whole thing is playing out like a movie. She makes her way over to him, false confidence in every shaky step that she takes. I don’t know her well, but I
