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“And what about Jude?”
He shrugs. “She’s already getting under my skin. Give her a little more time, and you won’t be able to peel the bitch out of my hands.” His retort makes me grin. I know what he means; she finds your soft spot and plants her ass right next to it.
We wait awhile, and I feel more at peace than when we arrived. I clean up everything, and then we head home to our woman.
The guys disappeared yesterday without so much as a clue as to where they were going or when they’d be back. I asked Odin about it when I saw him, but he gave me nothing either. These guys are hard to get information out of if you’re not one of their MC brothers.
Sinner came back eventually, and it was like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He wouldn’t tell me anything though when I asked. This part of their life is frustrating. I guess I don’t really understand the point of being secretive about so much. I wouldn’t say anything about it anyhow.
“You still won’t tell me where you and Saint went yesterday?”
“No. You need to drop it, Jude.”
They came home hot and sweaty and went straight to the shower. What am I supposed to think about that? TV may not be my thing, but it doesn’t mean I haven’t watched plenty of it before. I’ve seen an ample amount of movies and shows where men go off to be with other women. Not to mention the way my mom would go off the deep end when she thought one of her creeps had been with another woman.
Not that I have any claim on him or Saint, but it still hurts my heart imagining them going out to be with other women. The club whores like to whisper about how the men are never satisfied and comment about Saint and Sinner going through women like they go through blow jobs. In the short time I’ve been here, I’ve discovered that’s a shit ton of blow jobs. Princess tells me not to pay them any attention, but there has to be some truth to what they say, right? This is why them being secretive is making me overthink things all of a sudden.
“Is this back to the ‘club business’ stuff like that ride you guys went on to get your brother? Or something else?”
He sighs, drinking from his vodka cranberry before responding. “I told you when we left, that shit isn’t something I can share. A lot of what we do around here, I can’t. You’ve known this from when I first started visiting you.”
“I get that, even if I don’t see the purpose, that’s why I’m asking if this is like that or if it’s something different?” I probably sound like a nut job, but I don’t know how else to ask him without sounding jealous. I want to just come out and grill him about any other woman being intimate with him.
I’m not jealous; I can’t be. This has to be about safety or honesty or something. I will not act like my mother when it comes to other women. These men either want me or they don’t. I just want to know where I stand. Each day here in their presence makes it harder to face the fact that I’ll have to leave one day.
“Where’s this coming from? Are you okay?” he grumbles, trying to turn this around and question me instead. He’s smooth, but I catch it.
He reaches to pull me close to him, but we’re interrupted as screeching comes from the parking lot. The noise instantly sets everyone on edge. “Go to my room and lock the door. Don’t answer it unless it’s Saint or me.”
He’s dead serious. Shaken from what? I don’t know...there’s so much to this life they won’t share with me. Which was exactly my point from a moment ago!
“Where’s Saint?” I can’t help but ask as I glance around the room for him. I haven’t seen him for a few hours; I just assumed he was in his room. Shouldn’t I go in there with him, instead of waiting alone in Sinner’s room?
A huff leaves him as it registers that he’s been gone and that he’s most likely responsible for whatever’s going on outside. “Damn it. Stay with me at least until we figure out what’s going on,” he relents, and I fall in step behind him, holding the back of his cut, so he knows I’m doing as he’s asked.
Sinner’s only trying to protect me and knowing he values my safety and well-being, makes me fall a bit farther down the rabbit hole for him. I’ve liked him since day one. My body’s craved his since the first time the word daddy fell from my lips, mocking him, and now my heart beats for his as well. He’s finally begun to show me the softer, less brash side of him, and I’ve enjoyed it immensely.
Saint’s coming in as a close second, and if it weren’t for them both being open to the idea of me having feelings for the two of them. If I’m honest with myself, this entire thing has been confusing from the beginning. I’ve never considered the option of wanting two men. I hadn’t considered it’d be a possible scenario in my future at any time. I mean, when has it ever been acceptable for someone to have that sort of a relationship?
Not that I should care about anyone else’s standards, but I can’t stop it from crossing my mind at times. If I mentioned it to the guys, they’d both tell me not to worry about it and to go by how I feel inside. That’s one of the main things I admire about them, they want me to do whatever makes me happy. They’re the same way toward each other to a certain extent as well.
“It’s him,” Sinner declares after sticking his head out the main door to look. He doesn’t seem too amused with the outcome either, so I can only imagine. Stepping away, he opens the solid metal barrier, holding it so I can go outside with him.
Saint’s back and in another sports car. Hopefully, this doesn’t end up like the last time. That was a big mess. I wonder if this is a normal thing for him, stealing other people’s cars. And how am I so relaxed about it? I guess stealing a car doesn’t even compare to say…murder.
“The fuck, Saint?” Sinner roars, storming toward the car. “You trying to get us all killed? Tell me this doesn’t belong to Mafiya too?”
The door opens, and Saint pops his head out, wearing a devilish smile. “Come on.”
“Who’s is it?” Sinner asks with caution. I can’t blame him; supposedly, the last car that Saint took joy riding belonged to some mob member or something. I really don’t want him getting hurt from poking the wrong bear—or us either, for that matter.
“Some rich fuck; nobody special. I’m heading to Oscar’s chop shop.” He shrugs. “Make a quick buck off this ugly monster.”
“Jesus.” Sinner shakes his head, chancing a quick glance at me. He doesn’t seem too surprised, a little irritated if anything. “It’s all right, Jude.”
I can’t help but laugh at Saint’s animated reaction over his latest thrill. Shrugging my own shoulders, I make my way toward the shiny, dark purple vehicle. It’s pretty, but nothing I could imagine driving; it’s way too flashy.
“You comin’ baby girl?” His wolfish smile beckons as his eyes sparkle with mischief.
