AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I’m the one to break it. “You were trying to warn me, weren’t you?”
His hand freezes on the handle and his head turns to me, a frown distorting his features. “Which time?”
“Huh?” What is he talking about? Which time? “I don’t remember anything after Browning sat down next to me so vague statements like that aren’t helpful.”
He scratches his scruff, bringing attention to his long, thick neck. A small shudder runs down my spine combined with a blazing, hot fire in its path.
“In that case, yes. I tried to warn you, but you didn’t listen. Either you’re an idiot or you were just DTF and didn’t care about the consequences.”
How dare he? I’m not an idiot and I do care about the ramifications of last night. I did then, too.
I’m about to yell at him, but then I think about the whole thing he said.
“DTF?”
A smile pulls at his lips and after a moment, a short laugh falls. “Do you not know what that is?”
“Do not judge me, sunshine.” I roll my eyes.
“Oh, I do judge. I’m a very judgmental person, but I especially judge women who don’t know that DTF meansdown to fuck.” He smirks mischievously.
My brain short-circuits and I babble like an incoherent idiot.
“Down to…No!” I flush with embarrassment. “I would never go to a bar to pickup…” I can’t even bring myself to finish the sentence. “All I wanted was a damn drink.”
He grins and slowly shakes his head. “Then, you’re naive as hell. Everyone knows what happens to women who walk into biker bars by themselves.”
“I didn’t know it was a biker bar! There were no signs. I just thought it was a regular bar.”
“All the motorcycles should’ve been your first clue. Bars that aren’t owned or protected by bikers will only have one or two bikes parked outside. The first rule of bar-hopping is never leave with a stranger, let alone a biker like Browning.” The muscles in his neck tense as if he’s holding in anger, but I can see it’s not directed at me. He hates his superior.
“I don’t remember leaving with him, okay?”
“That’s obvious since right before you left the bar you said you’d much rather jump in bed with me than him since he’s adirty old man.”
My face pales at his words. I can’t believe I said that. I’m never so…open like that.
“Well, sorry to break it to you, but he is.” I flush like a tomato, so embarrassed to admit my thoughts on Browning.
“Nah. He’s a psychopath. He usually doesn’t go for women so much younger than him.” He shrugs as if it doesn’t really matter, but there’s something in those amazing eyes of his, enough to give away that he does not like that Browning got me in bed…somehow.
“Oh, yeah? Is he your best friend or something?”
His eyebrows knit together. “No, I hate his guts and everyone knows it.”
“Why do you hate him?” I ask as he walks over to me, standing before me like an impenetrable force.
He reaches up and his fingers run along my damaged cheek, his eyes darkening with a protective fury. Why does this stranger care so much about my safety? What is it about him that makes me feel so safe, like his boss can never hurt me?
“Because he hurt my mom repeatedly, and all that abuse is the only reason I exist.”
My heart twists in agony at the truth in his words, the pain reflecting in his eyes. Browning is his father and, if my assumption is correct, Browning raped his mother.
“I don’t need your pity, darling,” he mutters as his thumb runs along my jaw, his eyes meeting mine again.
“I have a name, you know?” I say softly, trying to distract him from the direction that our conversation has veered.
He smirks. “What a coincidence. So do I.”
