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“Who would you rather me put on her? Eagle? Or how about Smokey? Then we have two new prospects that need something to do. I could have them stay with her 24/7.”
Just the thought of someone else with Janel, seeing to her safety, being with her all the time, made his fist tighten. “The fuck you are,” he snapped.
“That’s what I thought. You don’t want her, but you don’t want anyone else to have her either. That’s fucked up, man.”
“You think I don’t want her?”
“Which is it, Dozer? First you say she isn’t safe with you and then you bite my head off when I try to give you what you want.”
“I want…” What? What did he want?
“I want to climb those stairs and fuck her. Earlier, I almost did and she’s a fuckin’ virgin. You promised the demon we’d keep her safe, but I’m the one she needs to be saved from.”
Austin poured them both another shot and threw his back, swallowed, and grinned much too widely for his liking. Dozer glared, knowing he would need to make a dental appointment if he ground his teeth any harder or more often than he had been since Janel came into his life.
“Just fuck her, man. What is she, twenty-five or six?”
“She’s twenty-eight, but I don’t see what difference her age makes. A virgin is a virgin. They’re complicated and I’m not into shit like that. I only know how to fuck, not finesse an untried pussy.”
“They work the same, I’m told. You sure that’s your excuse?” he asked with a smirk and refilled their glasses. “Because from where I’m sitting, it sounds like you want more than a fuck from her. Like maybe you want the forever shit with her. You’ve never had a woman, other than your mother, mean anything to you and you would rather run from Janel than to her. It’s less sticky that way. You’re one of the toughest men I know. I depend on you to carryout whatever I ask of you with the same calm efficiency you always do. I find it fuckin’ hilarious your running scared of a woman you outweigh by at least a hundred pounds.”
He opened his mouth to tell the man he considered his best friend to fuck off… but then he felt the truth of what he’d said. He wanted Janel in a way he’d never wanted anything in his life. He wanted her even more than he’d wanted to become a patched-in member of the KOC. From his past, he knew wanting something that badly usually led to disappointment and heartache.
He'd never known any man who could be faithful to one woman. His dad sure hadn’t before he died. It wasn’t in the male DNA. Even if there wasn’t the princess thing going on, he’d never hurt her by being with someone else. It was bound to happen, even though he couldn’t imagine being with anyone else while her scent still lingered on his fingers. It was inevitable that he’d hurt her.
“I saw you when you got here. The way you both looked at each other was hot enough to start a bonfire. Even hanging upside down over your shoulder. She’s into you, man. You’re into her. Just fuck her already. You both want it and hey, who knows what will happen. Wouldn’t it be fucking awesome if the VP of the Kings of Chaos became a genuine fucking prince?” With that revelation, the man he thought he knew threw his head back and laughed his ass off.
He'd had enough. He grabbed the bottle, forgoing the glass, and headed to the bar but not before he paused in the doorway. “I’m not taking romance advice from a man that has no idea what it means to commit to one woman. Legs is always your pick. Don’t you think that sends a message to her that maybe she’s more than just a fuck? You say you saw something between me and Janel, well I see how Legs tries to hide her hurt when you take one of the other bitches in front of her. Now that’s messed up.”
Knocking the snide look off Austin’s face gave him a measure of comfort. He wasn’t going to let Prez get in his head, making him question if he could have Janel. That scenario had disaster written all over it. He’d hurt her already when he ghosted on her after getting her all worked up. He wouldn’t survive seeing that look on her face again and he never wanted to be responsible for a single one of her tears. She’d already cried an ocean over the asshole who was supposed to have loved her above all else.
The music in the bar was playing loudly and there was a line of his brothers at the bar waiting for their drinks. Eagle and Candy were busy serving one beer after another. Karma was on stage with her body wrapped around the pole, her tits on full display and her ass covered by the string of her throng.
Several of his brothers were on the couches with bitches taking care of them in one way of the other. The sight didn’t interest him at all and that irritated him. Seeing his buddies being sucked off should have been hot as hell.
What he needed to do was fuck one of the girls until she couldn’t see straight and he had not a drop of cum left in him. Then that woman upstairs in his bed would be wiped from his head.
That was the most sensible course of action. The other option was to march up those stairs and end Janel’s virgin status.
Karma met his gaze and stuck her tongue out, running it around lips that he knew fit his dick perfectly. He took the first step toward her.
CHAPTER 15
Janel
Janel sat at the bar of the most fascinating place she’d ever been. And that was saying a lot, being a princess and having been invited to many grand events and places. She could honestly say she’d never been anywhere like the KOC compound.
She’d woken up around six that morning with a headache, probably from crying so much the night before. But, hey, it wasn’t every day that a person had everything they’d believed in ripped away. For two hours, she’d lay in bed trying to make sense of what she’d heard last night. After those two hours, she’d been no closer to answers, so she got up and took a shower. She hated putting back on the same clothes she’d worn the day before so she’d explored Dozer’s closet. It served him right for bringing her here without her things. She didn’t even have her purse. Hopefully, it was still in his truck. She needed her phone. One thing she wouldn’t miss were the contacts. She’d tossed them in the trash the night before and good riddance.
Dozer being such a large man, none of his clothes remotely fit her. She’d picked out a black t-shirt that hit her at the knees and pulled on a pair of his boxers beneath. Then she’d set out to find something to drink to combat the dehydration she’d caused from all the tears.
That’s when she headed toward the scent of bacon and eggs and ended up back in the bar. Today the lights were on and she could see the entire room. To the right was the bar area with stools, then a dining area near double doors that must go into the kitchen. At least five black leather couches set against the back wall, for comfort seating she assumed. Large screen televisions were strategically placed throughout the massive room. Again she assumed they watched sporting events or perhaps biking shows. To the left there was even a stage with a runway and several mounted poles. She’d never actually seen a pole for dancing, but she had seen videos. None that she’d admit to watching, but thanks to her computer whiz cousins, she had many things available to her.
“Here, honey. I made you another orange juice with a kick.”
Janel suspected the kick was vodka. It was the strongest OJ she’d ever had. “Thank you, Violet. They are very tasty.”
Violet had met her as soon as she came in that morning. She worked in the kitchen. Evidently, she’d been told to look out for Janel. A few rough-looking men had filtered in, giving her the eye but keeping their distance. She’d also met another older woman with a lot of tattoos on her arms. Violet had introduced her as Reina, who helped her out as the compound cook.
