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“You’re worried something will happen to her like it did with Mom because of Dad’s work and his refusal to do what those bastards wanted.”
There’s a long pause, but I can feel the tension filling the room, and with the way Scythe’s hand tightens in mine.
“Yeah, I guess,” Scythe mutters and lets my hand go, “But I won’t let that happen to Josephine. I can’t.”
“I know, Scythe. Trust me, I know, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do to help keep anything from happening to her. She’s more than just a part of the club. She’s yours, and that means she’s family in my eyes.”
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I definitely think it’s time to wake up now.
But I don’t want to make it obvious. That would just be a disaster in the making.
CHAPTER17
JOSEPHINE
“If you all don’t let me out of here, I’m going to throttle each and every person who gets in my way,” I grumbled, glaring at the man standing at the foot of the bed. Over the past two weeks, since leaving the hospital, I’ve not had a moment of peace. Shoot, I didn’t get to go home. Instead, I was brought straight to the clubhouse and planted in Scythe’s bed.
I tried to argue but found myself cuffed to the headboard when I kept trying to walk out of his room while he worked at his desk. The very thought of being in his bed has my libido racing in overdrive.
Leaving the hospital with him, I was unsure what would happen. But he hasn’t really touched me or done anything else. Well, he sleeps beside me at night, keeping me pinned to his side.
“I’d like to see you try, Freckles,” Scythe mutters, arms crossed over that magnificent chest of his. His brother is standing just a couple feet behind him, sporting an amused look.
He should be considering he’d just tossed me back on the bed after stopping me from leaving the clubhouse while Scythe was in the shower. Damn, the insufferable man put me in the fireman’s hold and carried me right back to Scythe’s room as the man himself stepped back out of the bathroom.
“This is ridiculous.” I huff and scooch up the bed to lean against the headboard.
“Need my hand with anything, brother?” Styxx smirks, that devilish grin of his nearly matching Scythe’s.
“No, I’ve got it,” Scythe answers, not looking back at his brother.
“Then I’ll get out of your hair and leave you to it.”
I narrow my gaze to little slits as Styxx pivots on his heel, all but strutting out of the room. The door closes behind him, and Scythe moves, coming to lean over me. His arms caging me in, and his face is right in front of mine . . . so close our noses touch, our breath mingles.
“Move.” I barely keep myself from sounding breathless. Having this man so close is driving me insane.
“No.” The one simple word holds volume, like it’s the only thing he has to say, and I’ll listen.
“Scythe, I mean it, get off me. I want out of this place.” I push at his chest, feeling the wet droplets from where he hadn’t finished drying off.
“Tell me why you want out and maybe I’ll arrange something.”
“I don’t have to tell you anything,” I remark snidely.
Scythe smirks and before I can blink, he moves, taking me with him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulls me over his lap.
“What are you . . .” I screech, kick, and buck against his hold on me.
“Be still,” he commands and swats my ass two times. “You’ve been a bad girl, and now you’re going to take your punishment.” Spanking me twice more on the other cheek, he smooths his hand over the stinging pain making it almost pleasurable.
“What punishment?” I manage to get out without panting.
“Trying to leave the clubhouse when we’re on lockdown is just one of the things you’re in trouble for,” he explains and spanks me three more times.
“Scythe,” I squeal, unable to keep from jerking or clenching my legs together.
