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“We could be sisters for real one day!” She sounds giddy and ridiculous at the same time.
“Have you met your brother? He’s not exactly the committing type. I went into last night knowing it would be over as quick as it started. But dammit if he didn’t ruin me for the rest of my life.”
“Haha. Jesus, Slade,” as quick as she’s smiling, her look switches to concern. “I’m going to kill him if he hurts you like all the others have. Literally kill him.”
“You don’t have to talk about me like I’m not here.” Slade enters the room and I tense up not knowing what’s about to happen.
“If you hurt my girl here, I will murder you, Slade.”
“There will be no murdering going on.” He leans down to kiss me, so I quickly peck his lips and look back down at the most interesting piece of toast ever made. He puts a finger under my chin to lift my head again and gives me a proper good morning kiss right in front of Emma.
“Good fucking lord. Is this what I have to look forward to?”
“Yep.” Slade saunters to the kitchen to open the refrigerator. He’s not wearing a shirt which makes it easy to see the sexy way his jeans are sitting low on his hips. Even more tattoos are visible but I try not to ogle him with Emma sitting so close.
“I would’ve brought you some food too… but I had no idea you’d be here.”
“Liar. Potts told me you knew we left together. I owe his ass for having to listen to you for over an hour about how excited you are that your best friend and brother are finally shacking up.”
“Well… either way. You get nothing for leaving me there with a bar full of bikers after you twat blocked me. Do you know how much fun I could’ve had last night.” I don’t respond… because yes. Yes, I know exactly how much fun she could’ve had but I’m not about to say that.
“Just ask Hads. She knows,” Slade says from the kitchen. I whip my head towards him and open my eyes to stare daggers into his back.
“Nope. That’s the one condition. You don’t get to tell me details. Neither one of you. I can’t handle it.” Emma stands from the couch and holds both hands over her ears. “I’m leaving. Call me when you both finish this fuck-your-brains-out-stage. Slade, don’t you dare leave town before I see you again.” With that she closes the door and leaves Slade and I to face the craziness of the last twenty-four hours.
“Told ya she’d be okay with us hooking up.” I feel a ping hit inside my chest and start to wish I had chosen someone less important to me to clear my mind of recent asshole men. My biggest fault is falling for a guy who has no intention of loving me in any capacity. I fall way too fast. Like epically fast. And I’ve known Slade for most of my life, so this one is going to fucking hurt.
CHAPTER 6
SLADE
Hadlee and I have been locked up in her apartment for nearly a week. My phone has been blowing up with club business and I’m nearing my limit on time I can spend here with her. I can feel myself dreading the goodbye but I can also see that it’s getting to her. We’re both in the kitchen making some food, so I guess now is as good of a time as any to do some talking.
“So tell me how you know Brady.” I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to ask. I honestly didn’t want to mess up what we had going. I thought I’d get to a point where I had my fill of fucking Hadlee… but that isn’t even close to reality.
“He’s an ex-boyfriend of mine.”
“How long ago?”
“Two years. He’s my longest relationship. We lasted about six months.”
“How do you know Brady?”
“He joined the club about a year and a half ago.” I do the math and know what happened to their relationship without her even telling me. We brought him in after he was caught in a drug bust with the cartel we’ve been trailing. He was given a choice to rat out his leaders to us and live under the protection of our club or try to survive solo in the prison system that’s ran by the same cartel. I’ve had to watch that fucker piddle through life ever since. I’ve always said he’s a worthless waste of space in the club who will never have a seat at the table as long as I have a say. The only purpose he serves is being our front man when we deliver guns to our buyers. The lucky fucker has survived all of the drops to date but if he fucks with Hadlee again, he might just alter his own fate.
“How?”
“We saved him from a big drug bust. He joined the club to stay alive.” I watch her take in the information without too much surprise.
“What does your club do?”
“We protect ours.”
“No. What does your club really do? I’m not stupid enough to think it’s all nice and perfect with that many guys in your group.”
“That was just about half of them. We run guns and sometimes help the police with big drug busts to keep them on our side.” I don’t tell her about stealing from the wealthy 1% by hacking into their offshore accounts, then promising them the security they need to protect them from that happening again. That’s a part of the business that only the top six of the club know about and since I’m the one with the ability to do it… I’ve quickly worked my way into the 4th spot. I have a little say in what happens in the club. Not the ultimate say… but I do have some pull. That’s something I can never share with Hadlee though.
“Run guns. So you’re in danger a lot.”
