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“I’m not ready for that,” I told Jett, pointing at the clubhouse.
Jett’s face darkened. “Why not?” Jett’s voice had an edge.
“Because I’m not. They’re overwhelming,” I whispered, picking up Jett’s barely hidden anger. Honestly, I didn’t know what I’d said wrong.
“Sin, I’m a biker, nearly a full brother; I’m Rage. You telling me you’re okay with me one-on-one, but you don’t want to meet my brothers?” Jett growled.
Confused, I pulled away from his shoulder and looked up at him.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, puzzled. Jett put his hands on his hips and glared at me.
“I’m Rage. One day soon, I’ll have my patch, kitten, and won’t be embarrassed by wearing it.” I bit my bottom lip and took a step back at the anger in his voice. Jett wasn’t hiding it now.
“Hey, I didn’t say you had to be ashamed of your brothers or MC,” I stuttered, panic swirling inside me. And I wondered how Jett read I was prejudiced against his brothers in the fact they overwhelmed me.
“Don’t want to meet them because they’re overwhelming? Because Rage is loud and brash, and real men? Because they belong to an MC, they ain’t good enough for you?”
“Yes, they overwhelm me, they’re…”
Jett cut me off with an angry noise, and I paled. “Forget it, don’t need to be dating a judgemental cunt. Thought you were different.” Jett grabbed my elbow roughly, dragged me in the opposite direction, and led me to where my car was parked.
“Jett, I’m not making judgements,” I gasped at Jett as he let go of me abruptly.
“Wanna meet my brothers or not?”
“Not…”
Jett cut me off again. “Glad I found out now. See ya around.” In shock, my mouth dropped open as Jett strode away in a long-legged gait.
I stood there for a few minutes, shocked. Truly, I had no idea what had just happened. Jett disappeared into the forecourt, and then anger sparked. How dare Jett judge me? I hadn’t deserved that. I’d been trying to explain that I feared saying or doing the wrong thing. Even eating out had been a big deal. Before I knew it, I scurried after Jett across Rage and barged through the clubhouse doors.
Men turned and stared, some impassive and others with sneers. My face was expressive and flushed with anger. The target of my ire stood in front of me, with a foot on a stool leaning into Drake. I stormed up to Jett as he glared at me. Jett opened his mouth, and I poked him hard in the chest with my finger and shouted first.
“How dare you, you arrogant numpty! If you shut your fucking trap instead of being a judgemental asshole, you’d have understood what I was attempting to explain. I wasn’t judging your brothers or your damn MC. Who the hell am I to judge anyone? Christ, I’m a freak!
“I was trying to tell you, I was afraid of saying or doing the wrong things. That I like the brothers I’ve met, and they’re good people. But my social skills and anxieties make my conversation stilted, and I come across as a stuck-up bitch. And I didn’t wish to cause a wrong impression and embarrass you! That I didn’t want them to believe that I was judging them because I couldn’t fucking converse easily.
“Didn’t I warn you that I freeze up in sizeable crowds? Your brothers are such huge personalities they’re overwhelming. And I’m well aware of what happens to my mouth when I’m overwhelmed.I fuck up. If you’d shut your trap and listened, you’d have heard I want to meet them, but not all at once, maybe in smaller groups, to start with. Instead, you shouted at me for being judgemental, and you were rude. You called me the C word! I was terrified and ashamed of embarrassing you, but you didn’t care about that.
“Hell, I don’t know the women in your past who may have been like that, but I’m not judgemental. Being freaking shy is a curse, but I’ll tell you this, I’m damn glad you showed your true colours tonight. Because I don’t want to be around someone who uses my shyness and lack of social grace against me and as a reason to shout at me!” With that, I spun on my heel and stormed back out. Manny’s grin caught my eye as I did, and I shot him a glare.
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Drake turned to Jett and raised his eyebrows, amusement in his eyes. Jett gazed at his boots and flicked his gaze up at the brother Jett admired most in the world.
“Fucked that up, son,” Drake murmured.
“Sin was fuckin’ magnificent,” Jett mused.
“She’s mad as shit,” Ace said, leaning over and pushing a beer at Jett.
“Screwed up; we’d such a good time at dinner that I forgot about Sin’s shyness.” Jett idly rubbed a hand over the back of his neck.
“Yup, you messed up,” Drake agreed again. Jett shot him a look.
“Yeah,” Jett drawled.
“Better get after Sin and fix it,” Ace suggested.
