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“What’s yours is ours.” The guy named Cheesy stuck his hand out. “It’s also nice to officially meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you too.” I returned the handshake, shivering as Sammy’s thumb pushed into the spot at the base of my neck. “And you,” I told the quieter guy named Locke.
He nodded once. “Jamie. Locke is my last name.”
“I’ve been called Red my whole life because of the color of my hair. Who would have thought right?”
They both laughed, the sudden shift in the air making the conversation lighter.
“They’ll protect you, pet,” Sammy whispered in my ear. “And one day, I’m hoping I’ll be able to introduce you as my old lady.”
I smiled at the thought of being his old lady, knowing it was the highest form of respect a woman could get if she were with a biker. It was a nice thought and something I looked forward to.
That little introduction had been almost a week ago and every night since, I saw Cheesy and Locke at the club along with a few other guys I didn’t know but recognized. They sat at their usual table, talking amongst themselves and drinking beer, liquor, and whatever else they could get their hands on. It had always amazed me how the Hell’s Harlem chapter in this area were nice when Aaron and Will were anything but.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” Will snapped, his voice rough.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you, asshole,” Shawnee told him, walking up to me and grabbing my hand. “Help me with the inventory. Emma will handle the bar.” As soon as she said those words, Emma Morin came behind the bar.
“We need to chat, Red,” Will called out, ignoring Shawnee.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I went to follow Shawnee when his next words stopped me.
“He won’t always want you, Red. He’ll get sick of you just like Aaron did. And where will I be?”
I looked back over my shoulder at Will, which I shouldn’t have done.
A wicked grin spread on his face. He ran his fingers along his mouth, a mouth I had felt on me more times than I cared to count. His grin widened. “I’ll be there to pick up the pieces, baby. Just like I always am.”
“Let’s go.” Shawnee pulled me with her, all but dragging me away from the bar and down the hall toward the stock room.
Once we reached the small room off the hallway, she pushed me inside.
I spun around, ready to go after Will and punch the smug smirk off his face.
“No.” Shawnee slammed the door closed. “You are not doing this. Not with him. Not with Sammy. Not with anyone. I refuse to let you do this to yourself again.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“Do you remember what happened the last time you went after someone who said nasty things to you? Huh, Amber?”
I looked away, my stomach twisting. I wasn’t used to this side of Shawnee. She had always been there for me, even when I didn’t deserve it, but now she was pissed.
“Listen.” She sighed. “I love you. You are the sister I never had, and your mom is like a mother to me. Both of you are my family. You two and the other girls. If something happened to you again...”
I met her gaze. “I’m fine. Sammy’s guys will protect me.”
“They won’t always be with you. Something needs to be done about Will but not by you.”
“I can handle my shit on my own, Shawnee.” If what Aaron did to me taught me anything, it was how to be strong.
“Should I remind you what happened the last time you approached one of these bastards on your own? They went after you. They searched you out, beat you, raped you, and left you for dead.”
I looked away at the not so gentle reminder of that night.
“I saw you in the hospital. I was there to console your mother when she didn’t know if her daughter was going to make it. You were put in a medically induced coma, Amber,” her voice shook.
My throat closed over a hard lump.
