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“Yeah? And what about your safety? You’re in the lair of some big, bad bikers, Wildcat.”
“You won’t let them hurt me.”
“No, I wouldn’t but you’re not claimed property either.”
“I’m not property.” She stands, puffing out her chest.
“In these walls, in this life, you are. Unclaimed you are open game to the men downstairs.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Which is why I told you to stay put,” I growl, running my hand through my hair. She sits down on the bed and grows quiet.
“I can’t be locked away again, Kohen. Banished to a room—I lived like that for far too long.” Her explanation makes my heart stutter and my irritation fizzle out.
Fuck. Is that what she thought was happening?
“The door was unlocked, Wildcat, or did you miss that specific detail when you rebelled?” I drop onto the bed beside her. “I didn’t have time to explain, but I never thought you’d think I was trying to hide you away. I had to get shit taken care in church—”
“Church?”
“The meeting. It’s what we call it,” I explain and hang my head. “I shouldn’t have brought you here. I shouldn’t have assumed you’d know how shit works.”
“Why did you bring me here, Kohen?”
“I couldn’t leave you,” I answer with a shrug.Liar, the voice inside snickers, but I ignore it. “What if Fran knocked on my door—or seen you through the window? I promised to keep you safe.” I pause, letting her feel the gravity of my words. I knew she’d be safe here, in my room, while I sorted everything out with the guys and explained who she was.
Mine.
The word sneaks in like a hammer, shocking my entire system.
No.
That’s not right.
She’s not mine. She’s not anyone’s.
“Besides, you’re too young to be drinking.”
“It was a soda, Kohen,” she sighs, her voice going distant. “My dad used to take me out for one on my birthday. It’s been years since I had one. Fran never acknowledged my birthday after my father’s passing.”
Another reason to hate my bitch of a neighbor and make her pay for all the shit she put Everleigh through.
“Besides, I was having a friendly conversation with… Pothole? Was that his name?”
I nod, feeling a fresh surge of anger towards the man. “Trust me, Wildcat, his intentions were anything butnice.”
“No way. He wasn’t hitting on me, though, because I told him I was with you.” I shake my head at her.
Strike twofor my newest patched member. He knew she was with me but still pursued her—still goaded me. “But you aren’t wearing my cut, so you are open game. Pothole was being nice because he wants in your pants, Wildcat.”
“I’m not even wearing my own pants,” she exclaims, because she’s still wearing the sweatpants I loaned her last night. “But the other women out there?”
“They’re sweet butts. They belong to the club.”
I watch the wheels turn in her mind, as her face transforms into one of puzzlement. She’s trying to wrap her head around the world I’ve introduced her to tonight—sending waves of guilt throughout my body.
Fuck.
