AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I know everyone is tired, and we’re all in desperate need of a little normalcy.
After heading back to the room to pack up, we head to the vehicle. I help the boys, making sure they’re properly buckled in, while Mila situates Sutton before putting the luggage into the back.
“Do you want me to drive?” Mila asks, standing by the driver’s side door after putting Sutton inside.
I stare at her in confusion.
“Really?” She scoffs. “Are you going to give me some line about women being horrible drivers?”
“Have I ever said anything insulting about women?”
Her eyes flutter in that way that says she’s thinking back to that night again. So help me, if she mentions the things I said during sex, I don’t know how I’ll react.
I step in closer to her, praying the kids are distracted somehow inside the vehicle.
“Calling you a good little whore while you’re choking on my cock and thinking you’re one outside of the bedroom are two very different things.”
Jesus, why do I think one thing and say something differently. Bringing up that night over the last several days has seemed like some slow bid at foreplay. As much as I like the idea of getting her back under me, actually doing it would make things insanely messy.
She shifts her weight on her feet.
“Get in the passenger seat, Mila. You’re too distracted to drive.”
Chapter 22
Mila
As quick as I am to actively not judge people too quickly, I realize I was doing exactly that in my head when Vincent announced that we made the final turn toward Cerberus property a few minutes ago.
When he turns into the parking lot, I literally gasp at the sight.
I noticed the super cute houses on the left-hand side of the road first because of the curve in the road, but this building, what he called the clubhouse, is nothing like I expected. In fact, none of this is what I pictured when he tried to explain the Cerberus motorcycle club.
The parking lot is pristine. Hell, it almost looks like a car dealership with the way all the dark colored SUVs are lined up perfectly. The row of shiny bikes is an ode to their dedication and care because I discovered not long after we crossed the New Mexico state line that this place is mostly dust.
There aren’t a pile of broken-down cars. There aren’t any vicious barking dogs running up to the car, threatening to take a leg off if we dare to step outside.
The front porch of the building is welcoming, several little pots of flowers on either side of the steps. The awning isn’t damaged.
“Is that part new?” I ask, pointing to the part to the left that is a slightly different shade.
“Yeah. It was finished not long ago. Em is having kittens waiting for the entire thing to be painted.”
“Em?” I ask, keeping my eyes on the building and trying not to let the wave of jealousy I’m struck with show at just the mention of another woman’s name.
“Yeah. Let’s go. You can meet her.”
“The houses behind this building look a lot like the ones across the street.”
“Those are owned by people connected to Cerberus. I’m sure Em wanted them to look similar as well.”
“Sounds controlling,” I mutter.
“People aren’t too quick to argue when the house is included in the benefit package.”
My hand freezes on the door handle. “You have a house here?”
“I’ve only been with Cerberus for a little over a year,” he says. “And I never had a need for my own house.”
