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Sloan is the first person I see when I walk inside the clubhouse. I knew she would be here. Today was the big day. I finally took the test to get my GED. I got the results today. All my life I was homeschooled, and it felt like I was missing out on something. I didn’t have the typical high school experience most girls had. Not by a long shot.
“How’d it go?” I give a little shrug. “Girl, don’t fucking play with me. You passed, right?”
I grin, unable to hide it. “Yes!”
She shrieks with excitement and rushes over to give me a hug. “I am so proud of you.”
She has no idea how much that means to me. Those are words I’ve never heard. I was always an embarrassment to my mother. Why couldn’t I just play my part? She would ask me that when I cried after being raped. I played my part for years.
“What’s going on?” Christian asks.
Without thinking, I throw my arms around him. “I got my GED!”
He hugs me back, his muscled arms slipping around my waist like they belong there. “I’m proud of you.”
Hearing him say it hits differently, giving me butterflies in my tummy.
“Thank you.” Now, I’m blushing. Jesus.
“Okay, we’re celebrating,” Sloan announces. “We’re going to Harlot’s Haven.”
“Hell yes,” Bishop chimes in. “I’ll get the guys and order some pizzas.”
It doesn’t take him long to spread the word. The guys start loading up on their bikes. Dash and the prospects opt for the SUV. I start heading that way, but Christian grabs my hand and leads me to his bike. Without saying anything, he hands me a helmet. I strap it on and climb on behind him.
Now, I get to slip my arms around his waist…just like they belong there.
13
Munsey
Ishould’ve let her ride with Dash and the prospects. Having her on the back of my bike gives mixed signals. Not only to her but to me. I promised myself I wouldn’t touch her, but her tits pressing against my back, her arms around me, make that damn difficult. She molds right to me.
When we get to Harlot’s Haven, I let her get off first and take the helmet from her. Everyone else is headed inside, so I follow suit, Taylor in front of me. Sloan announces we’re celebrating, and all the Harlots congratulate Taylor.
I didn’t lie when I said I was proud of her. That girl has been through hell, and getting her GED puts her one step closer to getting out of here. She can escape the nightmarish memories. Mine will go away once we’ve brought down The Harvester.
Peppermint starts making shots for everyone, and I find an empty stool at the bar while Taylor and Sloan go to dance. The music playing has a heavy bass beat, nearly vibrating the floor.
“Hey, um, Munsey,” one of the prospects says, taking a seat beside me.
I haven’t made much of an effort to get to know any of them. I’ve been too consumed in my own grief and rage.
“Yeah, what’s up, man? What’s your name?”
“Tripp. I’m thinking my road name should be Razor, though.” He turns his head to show a shaved design. Very high school but whatever.
“Cool.”
“Listen, I know Taylor rode here with you. Are you two a thing, or is she up for grabs?”
“Up for grabs?”
“I mean, is she claimed? Is she your old lady? I don’t want to cause trouble or anything like that. She’s fucking hot, and I want to make a move if she doesn’t belong to anyone.”
I glance over my shoulder at her laughing and dancing with Sloan. Allie and Skylar have now joined them. I almost tell him what my gut says. She’s mine. She’s claimed. She fucking belongs to me.
“Nah, she’s not mine.”
