She stopped by her car and turned around. “You’re free to do whatever you want with whomever you want. We had a good time. Thanks for the mind-blowing orgasm. I have to go.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You’re beginning to piss me off. I told you nothing happened. I’m with you.”
“Aren’t the women supposed to be there for all of you whenever the mood strikes? How ridiculous is that? How fucking chauvinistic.”
“Now you’re dissing the brotherhood. You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“I can’t believe I even started up with you and your world.”
“You’re fuckin’ blowing things out of proportion. What the club girls do for the brothers, they do because they want to. I’m not gonna defend my club and its lifestyle to a woman who’s acting like she’s a child. I was talking to Maria. I didn’t go off the deep end when you were talking to Goldie the other day. Calm the fuck down, will you?”
“I may be acting like a child, but you’re acting like a typical man. None of you can be trusted. I’m out of here.” She slid into the driver seat.
“Don’t leave like this, Fallon. Let’s talk about it.”
She slammed the door and started the engine. Diablo pounded his fist on the trunk before she drove away. He breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring, as he watched her disappear around the curve.
What the fuck just happened? Talk about fuckin’ messed up.“Fuck!” he yelled as he kicked the dirt. He went back inside, straight to the bar, and ordered a double Jack. The brothers were talking Harleys. None of them asked what happened; they knew if he wanted to talk about it, he would. Maria sat on Sangre’s lap, kissing him as he played with her big tits. Diablo threw back his whiskey. The burn from the booze down his throat was nothing compared to the way her accusation had scorched him.
Fuck her.
He ordered another double and joined in on his brothers’ conversation about Harleys.
***
By the timehe arrived at the warehouse that evening, he had cooled down. He knew Fallon wasn’t like other women he’d been with; she was fragile and a bit backward. From what he could gather when they’d talked, she’d been getting the shit end of the stick most of her life. He figured that made her ultra-sensitive. It seemed like she was always looking for a reason not to get close or trust someone. He understood that. Trust was a hard one for him too, but when someone gained his trust, he was there for them to the end. Like the brotherhood. They were his brothers and he was theirs, and they’d each give their lives for one another. The club was what had saved him. If he hadn’t joined the Night Rebels, he’d probably be doing a stint in the state pen.
He sighed. More than anything, he wanted Fallon to trust him implicitly, but he knew it was a very long and twisty road to get to that point. He’d thought she’d begun to open up, but then she went ballistic over something innocent.But she’s worth the trouble.From the first time he saw her gorgeous eyes, she’d pulled him in. She was so sexy, pretty, and a genuinely good person, and she didn’t even know it.Bloody Knuckles did a fuckin’ number on her.
Diablo pulled into the dirt lot and saw Emerald and Cassie standing there, laughing with a couple of guys. Fallon was cleaning out the trash cans. She glanced at him, then averted her eyes. She looked miserable. His heart lurched.
Emerald said something to her and the others laughed. He got off his bike.
“Hey, handsome. Why don’t you come over here and join us? I love your Harley,” Emerald said.
Diablo saw Fallon stiffen and give him a sidelong glance. Ignoring Emerald, he strode up to Fallon, grasped her shoulder, and whirled her around. Before she could protest, he took her into his arms and kissed her deeply. From behind him, the guys yelled, “Way to go, dude.”
“You should know that I’d never do shit behind your back,” he whispered in her ear.
“I thought about it the whole drive here. You were right. I acted just like a kid. You’re the only good and decent thing in my life, and I’m fucking it up.”
“You’re not fucking anything up. I just want you to trust me. If I’m gonna do some shit, I’ll be straight with you. You’ll see that as we get to know each other better.”
“What’s going on here?” Emerald’s nasally voice asked.
“Looks like the biker man’s taken pity on her,” Cassie replied.
With gritted teeth, Diablo gave the women a steely look. “I’m giving you only one warning to stop disrespecting my woman. Your shit stops now. If I hear or see you disrespect her anymore, I’ll make sure your dancing days are over.”
Emerald put her hand on her hip and glared at him. “You must really be—”
Diablo leaned in close to her face. “You’ve been warned.”
As they shouted their outrage, he ignored them, tugging Fallon close to him as they walked away.
“We’ll see what your dad thinks about this,” Cassie said.
He and Fallon went inside. “You good?” He kissed her again.
