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Hell, the fuck, no.
I push between the crowd until I’m shoving my way in between my Wildcat and Pothole.
Fuck.
No.
She’s not mine. Not like that.
Pothole stumbles off the stool, a look of shock and confusion knitted firmly in his brow. For a moment I think he’s going to push back at me, but he thinks better of it, and checks himself.
“I told you to stay in the room. What the fuck are you doing out here?” I shout over the music and laughter. The room grows silent, and I know I’ve garnered everyone’s attention.
“I’m having a drink,” Everleigh giggles, with an unapologetic shrug. Her lips tip into and shy smile, while she brings the straw to her lips again. If it wasn’t for the way her wide innocent eyes reflected a moment of panic, I’d think she planned this perfectly.
“Yeah, boss man, now let girlie have her drink in peace,” Pothole interjects, his eyes glued to her. He’s looking at her like he’s seconds away from dragging her out of here and up to his room. “Where were we, sweetheart?”
The fuck?
“Leave,” I command, my attention on him. I can’t remember a time when I wanted to hit one of my brothers this much—I don’t think I ever have. The feeling is foreign, but the thought of Pothole touching her, of anyone touching her, fills me with so much fire, I can’t explain it.
I flex my hands into a fist, and drag in a breath, but looking into Wildcat’s eyes, I recognize the flare of disobedience. Now my palms itch for another reason entirely.
Fuck,I clench my jaw. I barely know this girl and she has me testing my self-control like no other.
She’s not a girl,the little voice inside my head says, reminding me it’s her birthday.
Fuck.
It’s her birthday.
Her eighteenth one.
And here she is in some biker club, drinking God knows what, being hit on my Pothole.
Fuck.
Shit.
What was I thinking bringing her here? She’s too young for a place like this. Too innocent. She shouldn’t be here.
My head feels like a mess, jumping from one thought to another, but I can’t do this with everyone watching. Those who sat around the table with me moments ago know who she is, and I know they will fill the rest of the crew in once I get her out of here. I will still have to make a public declaration, though.
I take the drink from her hand and set it down on the bar top. She groans, but my hands are already on her, tossing her over my shoulder like some caveman.
“Seriously?” she fights, but I ignore her and whoops of encouragement from the audience of Jackals. I carry the wisp of a woman up the stairs, taking two at a time, and head straight for the privacy of my room.
I push away thoughts of her warm body pressing into mine, or what being alone with her could lead to. Instead, I focus on her care and safety. The last thing she needs is another horny biker sniffing after her skirts.
Don’t get me wrong. She’s a pretty little thing, and if things were different, I wouldn’t give two shits about who was trying to get under her skirts—me included. But Everleigh is too pure…too good.
I slam the door closed behind us and toss her onto the bed. She looks up at me incredulously.
“What in the hell was that?” She demands, her brow wrinkled with irritation.
“I told you to stay put.” It was a simple command. One I didn’t think she’d disobey, considering she’s listened to everything I’ve told her since finding her hiding out in my basement. “
“And? I’m an adult, Kohan. I decide what to do and not do.” Her voice cracks from a moment before garnering strength and courage at the end.
