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Following at a distance, I watch as she talks to the man wearing that despicable vest and frowns. What are they talking about? She doesn’t look happy with whatever they’re talking about. A moment passes, and she gets that small, sweet smile I love, and seeing her give that smile to him enrages me.
How dare she?She’ll have to be taught a lesson in how not to act.
I won’t allow her to keep this up.
Not when she’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
I need to find a way to get her to stop acting this way and to stay away from him and those other people she seems to want to associate with.
Damn her.
I want her so much. I crave to be with her. But she’s too blind to see what she has and what she doesn’t need.
As the two of them part ways, I follow her a little more, though, I’m watchful of all the men who are here with that man, along with the sibling. I notice him looking around constantly, alert. I can’t allow him to see me.
No one can.
Not until she’s finally mine. She needs to know how much I love her.
Watching her now as she pulls that four-wheeler around, I grind my teeth together. I don’t like the fact she’s chosen to dress like a slut, but I know it’s because of that man. He’s corrupting her, and I will have to fix what he’s done.
If I wait any longer, they’ll snuff that light out of her, and I’ll lose her. I must make plans and hope that I can work out a way to get her away from them all.
Backing away, I stare longingly once more at the woman I want before turning my attention to those who I need to get her away from. A sneer curls my lips. Soon they won’t be a problem anymore. I’ll get her away from them, and when I do, she’ll see just how good we are together. And I’ll ensure she doesn’t escape me.
A plan forms in my head, and I know exactly what I must do. It will take some time, and if I hurry, it won’t take too long.
Grinning, I turn away, lift my hood over my head, and head for my car. There’s no reason for me to stay here right now. I’ve seen what I needed to and now know what I must do. Josephine will be mine, and I will do everything I have to do to make sure that happens.
CHAPTER10
JOSEPHINE
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ivy says, smiling brightly. “You were awesome today, and you’re gonna do the same on the track tomorrow.” She steps into Reaper’s arms.
“Thanks, I’m glad you guys came.” I really am. They cheered on the sidelines and encouraged me. I thought I’d be a nervous wreck with Scythe watching, but that heated look in his gaze speaks otherwise. Glancing down at myself, then at the others, I say, “I’ve got to go get cleaned up at the bathhouse, then get to my tent.
“You’re not staying in a tent,” Scythe declares, wrapping an arm around me. “And as for a shower, you can do that at the hotel.”
“I’m not staying at a hotel,” I protest and try to pull away as the others walk off. Earlier, my parents left along with Jamie to go to dinner and whatnot. “I’m fine in my tent.”
“Freckles,” Scythe growls and yanks me to him, fitting me to his front, those impressive arms of his circling me. “You’re staying in my room with me. I don’t mind camping, but for what I have planned, I want privacy, and that ain’t gonna happen out here.”
I swallow and look at him with wide eyes. Total surprise and anticipation coil in the pit of my stomach.
“Scythe,” I whisper and lick my lips nervously. There’s something he doesn’t know about me, but how do you tell a man like him my secret? He’s experienced in ways that I’m not. I think the most I’ve ever done with a guy is a hand job, and that’s it.
Scythe presses a kiss to my lips and lets his mouth linger. “Let’s get your shit locked down and grab your bag.”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, instead he just takes charge. In no time we’ve got everything stored away and the trailer locked up tight for the night. Scythe grabs my bag and takes my hand in his.
“I’ll get one of the prospects to chill out here tonight. He can watch over the truck and trailer, make sure no one messes with anything.”
I nod, unable to find words, as he guides me to where his bike is parked. Quickly he secures my bag and motions for me to get on before getting on in front of me. I place my hands on his hips, but he grips my wrists and pulls them tight around his front.
“Hold on, Freckles,” he yells after starting the bike.
I swallow and tighten my arms around him. I’ve ridden with my brother plenty of times but never with anyone else. This is like a totally new experience for me that has me tingling all over in ways I don’t quite understand.
