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“You have no fucking idea,” Tucker’s voice carries before it hardens, “and don’t fucking look at my woman.”
His words should not feel as good as they do. I rush through pulling on a pair of leggings and an oversized sweater. I pull my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head and tug on some fuzzy socks because comfort is fucking key here people.
When I get back out to the living room, the giants are still there and everyone, including Tucker, is looking me over before one of the men steps toward me. He’s the biggest of the four with slicked back hair and tattoos peeking up over the neckline of his shirt on one side of his neck. Where he’s pushed up his sleeves, there are more tattoos on display.
He definitely has more ink than Tucker who has a few on his ribcage and the upper part of one arm. The tattoos are yummy on both men. I shake my head to try and rid myself of my thoughts. Now is not the time.
“So,” he drawls, “you’re the woman who has my brother’s panties all in a twist after giving him the runaround for months.”
“Uh,” I shift from one foot to the other, my fingers twisting together. “Sorry?” I offer the word up with my eyebrows scrunched together, not sure if I am sorry for what I did. I might have been working with altered information which led me to believe the DSMC were the bad guys, but that’s not entirely my fault.
The man holds his hand out to me, and my manners take over which means my hand is in his before I even realize it. He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles like a fucking gentleman, which is at odds with the man’s appearance. Tucker growls and pulls me away from the man before tucking me into his side.
“I’m Crucify, babe. Enforcer for the club,” the behemoth of a man informs me.
His grin is easy and when he winks at me, it’s not hard to imagine he’s the type of man that women fawn over before stripping and offering themselves up to him as tribute. Still, there’s an air around him that has a primal part of my brain screaming ‘danger, danger’.
He does nothing for my libido though. Tucker must have broken me.
“Hi, I’m Robyn,” my voice is a little unsure and I feel my cheeks heating as he continues to stare at me.
Somehow, his smile gets even wider before he looks at my man…I mean, Tucker, or Friar, or whatever. “You’re fucked, Friar.”
“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Tucker’s voice is serious as he kisses the top of my head. “Temptress,” I look up at him and he points at the other men in the room, “that’s Brimstone and Chains.”
I give the dorkiest wave I’ve probably ever given and instantly wish I could disappear. Where is Santa to the rescue when you need him? Or at least an elf. Just send Rudolf to swoop in.
The men filling up the space in my apartment, space I definitely don’t have to spare, chuckle as Tucker kisses my temple. This doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. Shouldn’t they be mad at me too?
My confusion and a little bit of fear must show on my face because Brimstone’s face softens. He’s a little more weathered than the other three men, definitely the oldest of the group, and has a gnarly scar near his eyebrow. Even with the understanding I see in his eyes, I brace myself.
His voice is surprisingly gentle, “Friar filled us in on why you stole from the club and what you did with the money.” He shrugs like my actions are no big deal, which has my eyebrows pulling together. “I guess you kind of saved us a little work since most of that money would have gone to the cause anyway.”
“I’m not really sure what I say to that,” I admit quietly.
Tucker gives my waist a squeeze, the strength of him grounding me and giving me a sense of reassurance I’m not sure I’ve earned. “You don’t have to say anything, Robyn. We understand why you did what you did. You didn’t have all the facts. I’m kind of glad you stole from us.”
My body jolts with his words and I almost screech, “What?”
All four men chuckle, and they look at me like I’m an adorable little kitten. It’s both endearing and annoying. “If you didn’t steal from us, it might have been actual bad guys tracking you down,” Tucker explains. He shares a look with his brothers and amends his words, “Not that we’re always totally on the up and up. We do bad things to bad people.”
I nod slowly, my brain trying to process since I still haven’t had the coffee that I need to have this conversation or be around this many people. I pull away from him and start to head toward the kitchen, mumbling, “I’m pretty sure I need my big mug of coffee this morning. You’re not the only people I was skimming from, anyway,” I add absently.
I just get the button pushed on the coffee maker when I’m spun around by my shoulders and look up into Tucker’s intense blue eyes. His voice is gruff, “What do you mean we weren’t the only people you were skimming from?”
I blink up at him, surprised by the way he’s focused on me right now. I can tell he’s serious, but my body is reacting to him in a way that is not at all appropriate when I notice his club brothers have squeezed into my kitchenette as well. Their eyes are just as focused and filled with various amounts of worry.
“I mean just what I said,” I speak slowly.
Tucker scrubs his hand down his face and bites out, “Fuck.”
“Babe,” Crucify gets my attention and Tucker glares at him, maybe because of his pet name for me, but I’m not sure because I still haven’t had any coffee yet, “who else?”
I fiddle with my fingers and glance at the men surrounding me. I’m not afraid of them, surprisingly enough, and the realization has me relaxing. “I change it up pretty often. There are a lot of bad people out there with way too much money. It buys them access to resources and keeps them safe from the consequences of ruining so many lives. I’ve skimmed from other clubs, a few street gangs here and there, and low-level cartels.”
Brimstone’s head falls back on his shoulders, and he mutters, “It’s going to take a Christmas miracle to keep your woman safe, Friar.” When his head falls forward again, he’s looking at Tucker. “What are the odds that if we were able to find her then someone else will too?”
My body goes rigid, and I let out a huff of indignation. “I’m damn good at what I do,” I remind him. I wave a hand in Tucker’s direction, “How long was he chasing his tail for?”
