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“Sorry,” he mouthed, and he waved his hand over to the seat beside him. Maybe he was not as bad as I thought. Everyone deserved a second chance, right?
Heels clicked behind me, and before I knew it, Mrs. Collins wedged herself between us. “Regina. Shaun. If you two would like to continue ogling each other—or whatever is going on here—may I suggest you do it on your own time?”
She glared at both of us, and I quickly shook my head as the familiar heat pooled into the apples of my cheeks. Soon, most of my upper body was blushing a shade of red, and there was no point to try and hide it. It was rare that someone one-upped me, but when they did, this was how my body responded. My naturally ivory white skin was a traitor and was the worst when it came to hiding embarrassment.
Shaun, as I had just learned, bit his lower lip while a deep growl rumbled from within his throat. His eyes flickered to my mouth, and then his attention was quickly refocused on his test. He didn’t look much like a Shaun to me. Maybe an Aldric or Dante, something with a long, dark, and seedy history behind it.
“It’s Reggy,” I said under my breath while dropping my bag to the floor with a thud and taking my seat. The teacher rolled her eyes in response, and it took everything in me not to respond. The insult flipped to the tip of my tongue, and I sucked it back. Ineededto pass this class to graduate. She stood a moment longer before turning on her heels and returning to her desk.
The fingers of my left hand were the only sensible part of my body, functioning as they should. When they gripped the edge of the desktop to flip it down so I could actually use it, it didn’t budge, remaining hovered in the air over my shoulder.Hell.This was a two-hand job. After popping my test between my dry lips, I gave the desk a second pull. This had to work. I pulled, shoved, and grunted, but nothing happened. It was stuck and wouldn’t work the way I needed it to.
“Fucking great,” I huffed under my breath.
For the second time today, this man beside me was laughing at my expense—and for the second time today, I was considering lighting a match and dropping it on him.
He bent down, shifting his backpack to the side with his boot. Mrs. Collins hatefully glared at him as he unzipped it and dug inside for something. I guessed he was trying to hide his laughter because he didn’t grab anything out of it immediately. If that was the case, he was doing a pretty shitty job of it, though.
Fuck. This! The sooner I was out of here, the better. A C was all I needed. I placed my test on my lap and tried to write my name on the appropriate line. The pencil lead poked a hole through the first three pages. My eyes focused on the ceiling. Suddenly, the idea of picking up a summer course and not walking at graduation wasn’t looking so bad.
Unexpectedly, the sheets were pulled from my lap, and something considerably heavier dropped in their place.
“Here, it’s the least I can do since I took your spot earlier,” he said in the most glorious of deep voices I had ever had the pleasure of hearing. He smiled, dropping the test on top of his notebook that was now sitting on my legs. “But for the record, if I had known you were this fucking gorgeous, I would have stood in the spot and gutted anyone who tried to take it from you,” he whispered, destroying every ounce of hate that had built in my body for him, and my skin may have even sprouted goosebumps, but I admitted to nothing.
“Oh,” was all I was able to manage, afraid I would audibly purr.
“I’m serious.” He inched his mouth toward my ear and released a subtle growl, “Dead. Serious.” He then straightened his back, squaring his shoulders, and tried to relax into the desk, which was much too small for a man of his size. I should be scared of him—there was no question he was dangerous—yet, as soon as that sound left his lips, I knew I would be doing nothing to protect myself from him. The dominance that radiated from him was an absolute turn-on for me.
Mrs. Collins cleared her throat and forced a loud cough, and it was only then I realized how close we’d gotten to one another. Shaun’s eyes widened. “Better focus on your test, gorgeous,” he spoke slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I nodded robotically on cue, giving as much of my attention as I could to the test. Every once in a while, glancing over at Shaun, I wondered why he hadn’t started the test. Not to mention, this was the first time I’d seen him in a class I’d attended all semester. Things didn’t exactly add up, but there was no way of finding answers to the questions I had right now.
Chapter3
Stone
“Brother, I’m telling you, if the Angeloffs catch wind we’re sniffing around her, it’ll start a damn war. It’ll be a fucking bloodbath.”
“All over a fucking clueless girl?” I sarcastically laughed, the tip of my finger flipping my shades down onto my face. “It’d be better to take the job from the Falbos and slit her from her throat down. It sure as shit would save all of us from the damned headache.”
“Yeah, you say that now.” Sticks shook his head as he groaned.
“And I stand by it. ‘Sides, fuck the Angeloffs and their nasty rotten meat market. The least they could do is manage their cover business and make it a little believable.”
He raised his hands into the air as he shrugged. “As long as I’ve lived around here, it’s always smelled like that. Even before they were into illegal shit. It’s not spoiled meat, Stone. It’s fish. Their meat is actually pretty good if you give it a chance.”
“Pfft. Whatever the hell it is, it stinks. I’m not putting anything that smells that bad near my mouth. They should put up air fresheners or something. Doesn’t matter anyway. If I have my way, I won’t have to go back into that place again.”
Sticks raised his eyebrows and peered at me over his shades before he said, “Brother, I’ve seen what goes into your room and I’m for fucking certain that their fish wouldn’t be the first questionable thing to touch that golden tongue of yours.”
“Right and who had to get a script of penicillin last month?” I said in a half-serious tone. We both knew his body count was triple what mine was.
I had to see what all the fucking fuss was about. Surely, some twenty-one-year-old was not worth the chaos that was about to land smack dab in the middle of my clubhouse. So, against Sticks’ advice, we traveled across several state lines to find out.
Since cutting her off in traffic didn’t work for me, we made our way into her classroom. Just looking at her wasn’t enough. I had to get closer to her—meet her.
“What’s your name?” I asked the shorter student, looking past the first guy who made eye contact with me as his chest puffed out, and he straightened the Greek letters on his shirt. The guy who was clearly a frat boy had just smacked the notebook out of a smaller guy’s grasp. He was exactly the type of asshole I didn’t want to deal with, ever, but in this situation, he would do perfectly. His ego certainly needed to be knocked down, and I was just the dick to do it for him. I hated people like him, those who preyed on others for the sport of it—which said a lot, considering the position I held in the Crazed Kings Motorcycle Club. I was the Enforcer, and my brothers’ safety was a responsibility I did not take lightly.
“Ian,” the barely legal kid answered after our eyes met.
