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"Because it's my home," he says, taking my hand in his. He spreads my fingers out and then presses my palm to his chest, my fingers splayed wide across his sternum. "And this is yours."
Chapter Seven
Andreas
"Idon'tthinkwe'resupposed to be here," Catriona whispers, glancing furtively around as I pull her past a barricade outside of the Toyota Center in Houston. Everyone else is bypassing the entrance, heading down the street in a steady stream. But everyone else isn't good friends with Declan "Bender" Valentine, lead singer of Bent, the band playing tonight. He's one of my brothers, a member of our MC.
He's got a security guard waiting at the door to let us in. I'm not sure how Catriona feels about rock music, but everyone loves Bender and his bandmates. I want our first date to be one she never forgets. Dinner with Bender, followed by front row seats to the show will be an experience to remember. She deserves that. She hasn't had many of those in her life.
Autumn would probably lose her mind if she knew this was what I came up with for the night. It's over the top. But fuck. I didn't bring Catriona here to impress her. I don't want to wine and dine her and dazzle her with sights that will only remind her of just how small her world has always been.
I want to share her with the people who matter, the ones who will help me love her the way she deserves. The ones who will help protect her and show her that she can fit into this world too. Bender is part of my world. When she marries me, he'll be part of her world too. She needs to meet Bender before she sees him on stage so she can meet the stubborn, selfless pain in the ass I know, not the rockstar the rest of the world knows.
Our MC is a brotherhood. We're a family. I want her to be comfortable with my brothers. I want her to know that she can count on them to have her back, no matter what. We aren't the Vipers, and she doesn't need protection from them. She doesn't need to fear them. She damn sure doesn't need to feel like she's less than them.
"Trust me, little one," I murmur, shooting her a confident grin.
She gives me a look that makes it clear she thinks I'm violating every rule in the book, but she lets me lead her around the barricade. I fight a smile the whole time. I fucking love that she's a stickler for the rules.
If I ever come face to face with her brother, I may break his fucking jaw on principle. He never should have gotten involved with the Vipers when he had her to think about. He certainly never should have had her working in his pawnshop or covering for him. God only knows how long she did it or how many times she lied his way out of trouble. She loves him fiercely, and he used it to drag her into something that's so far outside of her character it's a goddamn travesty.
Thank God, Giant talked me into taking a ride. Thank God, we decided to snoop around the pawnshop. Thank God, Catriona confronted us. Thank God, she came to me for help. Until last week, I always believed we were the masters of our own fate like Henley wrote inInvictus. Now, I'm not so sure. If fate didn't play a hand at throwing us together, I'm not sure what did.
"We're going to get in trouble," Catriona hisses, tugging on my arm as a cop car turns onto the block. "I can't go to jail with torn panties, Andreas."
As if I'd let her go to jail at all.
"Relax, rabbit," I murmur, rapping on the glass door. Unlike the other, more elaborate entrances to the stadium, this entrance consists only of two sets of double doors. "We're exactly where we're supposed to be."
"You still tore my panties," she mumbles, making me chuckle. If she's expecting an apology, she'll be waiting a while. I don't regret tearing her panties in the least. Keeping my hands off her is going to be a serious problem. She's a little temptress when she wants to come. I'm not nearly strong enough to tell her no. If she doesn't fall for me soon, we're going to be in serious fucking trouble.
"Keep being fucking cute and I'll tear every pair you own," I tell her, smirking.
"You will not!" she gasps.
"Try me, rabbit."
She narrows her eyes on me, her chin coming up. "Fine," she says. "Go ahead and tear them. And then you can explain to the whole world why they keep seeing my butt every time I wear a dress." She presses up against me, her gorgeous tits smashed onto my arm. "And just so you know, I plan to wearlotsof dresses, Andreas Romano."
"New rule," I growl, plunging my hand into her hair and tipping her head back until my mouth hovers inches from hers. "If anyone sees what belongs to me, you'll spend the next three days wearing nothing but my handprints and my cum."
She moans softly and then something…contemplative flashes in her eyes. "Wait. Does that include tonight?"
Does that include…?
Jesus Christ. She's trying to kill me.
"Little one?"
"Hmm?"
"Kiss me before you make me stand my brother up," I say, chuckling.
"Fine," she mutters. "But you still owe me new panti–"
I cut her off with my lips on hers. By the time I let her up for air, the security guard is at the door, and she's forgotten that she's disgruntled over the hole in her panties.
"Hi," she squeaks to the security guard, blushing profusely. "Um, I'm pretty sure we aren't supposed to be here, but he doesn't listen to me." She jerks her thumb at me.
