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She grabbed Dolly’s hand and helped her off the floor. They walked in the opposite direction until they could hear Rubble’s noises only faintly at the other end of the building.
“What’d you mean about Rubble being a beast?”
Handing her a fighting helmet, Dolly grinned. “Rubble was an amateur MMA fighter when Reaper found him. He only had one loss but was undefeated in competitions.”
Jupiter glanced across the gym, but Rubble wasn’t in sight. “That’s where he got his name?”
“They called him that in the ring because everything he touched turned to rubble.” Dolly pushed up her sleeves. “I’ve seen him fight. He’s ruthless, calculating every move and anticipating the next one. Honestly, he’s as badass as they come. Macha needed his kind of strength for getting jobs done. The Marines turned his MMA fighting into something ten times deadlier.”
A chill swept across Jupiter and she saw Brewer entering the side door, bringing snow in with him. “Is he dangerous?”
“Only as dangerous as he wants to be.” Dolly pulled on a helmet. “Rubble is a beast no woman can tame.”
“Why tame him when you can unleash him?” Jupiter watched Rubble laugh with Brewer. The camaraderie between the two reminded her of her own brother. “Isn’t that what Macha wants to do with him?”
Dolly slowly nodded, but her blue eyes told a different story. “You’re something else, Jupiter Quinn.” She grinned. “Now, you ready to get your ass kicked?”
“Bring it on.”
* * *
Lyle: How are you, pet?
Jupiter blinked fastat the message on the burner phone. Hands trembling, she turned on the light next to the bed. She’d sent her iPhone to her lawyer in Dallas, but requested they forward any messages from Lyle so she could stay ahead of him.
Jupiter: Be better if you’d sign the papers.
She waited anxiously for the reply. Over the last months, she feared his daily harassment. She shivered despite the warm quilt.
Lyle: Business is boring, thanks for asking, but they’re keeping me entertained. Too bad you’re not here, you little scamp. If I could only catch you, we’d have so much fun together.
Swallowing at the insinuation, Jupiter tried not to think about who or what he was doing in Europe. She honestly didn’t care about his sexual exploits. He’d cheated on her ever since they were in college and she forgave him every time.Not anymore.She gripped the phone tighter and checked the time.It’s late. Too late.
Jupiter: Never happening again. Sign the papers.
Lyle: It will and not until I see you again. I miss your pretty face, my pet.
She shuddered at his term of endearment. It wasn’t meant as one. She was hispossession, and that was her reminder. He didn’t message her again, and she turned off the light. Lying on her back, she stared at the ceiling fan slowly oscillating. She couldn’t sleep without one on, no matter the temperature outside.
“You can do this, Jupiter. You have a plan. Your lawyer helped you come up with it,” she said to the empty room. The wind howled outside her window and she tugged the quilt up higher. If she was anywhere but the Macha clubhouse, those words would’ve meant nothing. Somehow, between these walls, she was safe. Safe from the elements. Safe from Lyle. Safe from being hurt. She just hoped it stayed that way.
CHAPTER10
RUBBLE
Bewitchinggreen eyes swarmed his vision. Those damn eyes of Jupiter Quinn’s haunted Rubble the rest of the night. They haunted him when he played pool with Kevlar and Cueball. They haunted him when he ate the best gumbo in the world.And of course, she made it.They haunted him when she sat across the table from him at dinner. But the worst was when they haunted him during sex with a nymph.
Rubble tossed the used condom in the trash while the nymph was already pulling on her clothes. She left without a word, and he was grateful for that. He didn’t feel like chatting.Fucking Jupiter Quinn and her perfect ass.He grabbed the pillow next to him and held it over his face, grunting at the thought. He barely knew the girl and she somehow wiggled under his skin and tore it up.
Chucking the pillow to the side, he stared at the ceiling. She was somewhere up there.Is she still up, unable to sleep because I’m on her mind?He let out a breath.Not likely.
He’d first seen Jupiter through the second-floor window, and from that day forward, he wanted to know more. Queenie was as tight-lipped as a monk, which meant he had to figure Jupiter out on his own. It wouldn’t be an issue if the woman didn’t spit fire whenever a man challenged her.
He tapped his bare chest with his fingers, coming up with an idea to disarm Jupiter carefully. The way he originally wanted to do that was out of the question. As badly as he longed to fuck that pretty body until she screamed his name, he was positive she wasn’t of the same mind.Not yet at least.
Standing, he grabbed his jeans and pulled them up. He slid on his shirt, then boots and wrapped his leather jacket over his shoulders, fishing out the pack of cigarettes as he headed out of his room and toward the front door. Kevlar nodded at him from the pool table where he and Cueball were having a game. Rubble jutted his chin back and rounded the group of nymphs fawning over the prospects recently back from the shooting range. He rolled his eyes at the boasts the newbies were saying just to get in the nymphs’ panties. They didn’t have to lie. The club girls would treat them right even if they couldn’t shoot worth a damn.
Rubble paused at the front door, Isa waddling in from the parking lot, a cute scowl on her face. Doc wasn’t far behind her, an exasperated expression on his face. No doubt, Doc’s old lady was overexerting herself again and refused to listen to her man.
