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The truth was stuck in his throat. A part of him wanted to confess everything to her. That she had not misjudged him then. That she had been right. But if he did? Would he risk losing her?
The thought of losing Bobby when she wasn’t even his yet was terrifying. He needed to make her his, to possess her body so she would crave his touch again and again and never think of leaving his side. He didn’t care to understand why he felt so strongly about this. He only knew that he needed Bobby to belong to him completely.
Priscilla’s words came back to him.
Tell Bobby that you’re in love with her...
And the words were out before he knew it.
Bobby had turned completely white.
Fuck. Had he really said it? Had he really fucking said it?
Leandro gazed down at Bobby, and the stricken expression on her face told him yes. He had fucking said it.
“Say something,” he demanded grittily.
“I don’t know what to say.” She sounded resentful and panicky at the same time. “Do you even mean it? Maybe you said it as a joke?”
There was his opening to take it back, to make thingslessworse. But he just couldn’t.
Tell Bobby that you’re in love with her.Priscilla’s words echoed in his mind.
And she’ll be yours forever, he thought.
“Yes. I mean it.”
Chapter Eleven
“You okay all by yourselfhere?”
The words shook Bobby from her thoughts. She couldn’t believe she had zoned out in the middle of a darn party – and one that seemed to have all of the state’s hottest bikers present. When she looked up, it was to find Kellion looking at her in concern.
She said hastily, “I’m okay.” And she absolutely went still when Kellion, instead of leaving, took a seat on the couch across her and gazed at Bobby with interest.
This biker family – club, association, or whatever they called it – of Leandro was unlike anything she imagined. The bikers in her mind were something like the ones inSons of Anarchy,with everyone rugged-looking and totally violent. But the men in Leandro’s group were all clean cut and extremely good-looking. They looked more like models for Rolex than Harley, and she knew for a fact that they were all rich enough to buy tens of each without even blinking at the cost.
