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“I don’t know what you want with her,” Nero continued. “But just remember, Tanner. You have made a lot of enemies over the years for someone being so young. She’s led a sheltered life and we want to keep it that way. Do you understand me?” he asked, squeezing my shoulder for added effect.
“Yes,” I bit out through clenched teeth. But it didn’t mean that I could stop her if she tried anything. He just didn’t need to know that.
“Good. Because for whatever reason, I actually like you, Tanner.” Nero pulled away and joined his granddaughter at the door.
I stared after him. He liked me? No one liked me. I didn’t even like me half the time.
As much as I wanted to ask what the hell he was talking about, Sammy and Cyrus barreled into the room.
“You don’t have to help me,” I told them, pulling the sheet off of me and swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I had been alone for so long; I could do everything on my own. It wasn’t like I ever had a choice. I also didn’t want to be helped by people who didn’t want to help me in the first place.
“Bee asked us to help,” Cyrus said while his brother stood off to the side with a scowl on his face.
“No, she told us to,” Sammy corrected.
Although Cyrus was bigger, there was an air to Sammy that made me uneasy. It was like he was permanently pissed off and just hated life.
Well, welcome to the club, fucker.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides. What I wouldn’t give to spar with him. It had been so long since I had a good fight. I had heard of sex being a way to blow off aggression and steam, but it had never been my thing. I could count on one hand how many women I had slept with. If you could even call it that.
“Ignore him,” Cyrus said, his voice gentle. “Here.” He held out his arm.
I glanced up at him. “Why?”
“Because our cousin likes you and I know when not to go against a woman. No matter how young or sheltered she’s been, Johnny is strong as fuck and when she demands something, you do it.”
“Why?” I repeated, feeling like a damn parrot.
“Because.” Cyrus winked. “I don’t want to deal with her mom.”
I had never met Zillah Lister, but I knew of her. Her husband. All of them. I had only been lucky enough to meet a handful of the Hell’s Harlem crew. But I had a feeling that I would be meeting more of them soon and quickly.
“This isn’t right,” Sammy muttered, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Doesn’t matter.” Cyrus glanced my way. “You need our help, don’t you?”
“I need to talk to your president.” I wasn’t letting anyone know how desperate I was without speaking to Greyson first.
“Alright. I’ll make that happen, but he won’t be happy about it,” Cyrus warned. “Now let’s get out of here before Johnny has my balls.”
Like a good little boy, I listened. Grabbing onto his arm, I let him help me out of the makeshift hospital room. I would have been fine and less wobbly on my feet if it hadn’t been for the damn meds. Other members of Mayhem’s Revenge stood around, drinking beer, shooting the shit, flirting with the women they had on their arms, and more. It was a typical night for a biker. I had always hated the parties. I was never a social person, but I knew they were needed. It also helped me keep people close so I could watch them. Study them. Have them under my control.
Much to my surprise, we headed out the back of the club. Busy was nowhere to be found but I was looking for her. Even before I knew what I was doing, my eyes scanned the area around me. Needing, hoping, aching to keep her close by. These new feelings weren’t normal for me. I never wanted someone to stick around. I shoved people out of my life, made it a living hell for most and I never cared in the least how that happened or if they ever came back. I didn’t deserve anything more.
“She went to grab the SUV,” Cyrus muttered as soon as we stepped outside.
As if on cue, the twins’ large black SUV pulled up in front of us. The passenger window rolled down.
“Hey guys,” Busy greeted. “Need a ride?” She waggled her eyebrows.
Sammy grunted.
Cyrus didn’t say anything.
And I only stared at her.
I didn’t need a ride but I sure as hell wanted to takeheron one. Every inch of me tingled at the thought of Busy taking my cock deep into her body. Images flashed in my mind of her on top of me, riding me, controlling the thrusts. I pictured her cupping her breasts and throwing her head back with a satisfied moan. I could almost hear myself telling her to give me her beautiful eyes as I took us both past the brink of ecstasy.
