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Fuck.
Fuck!
Gritting my teeth, I fight to remain as composed as I can. I’m sure she’s expecting me to go off the rails, and while I want to, I won’t let myself. Not now. I will keep it in. Bottle it up and let it simmer, waiting for the perfect fucking time to come out. Like when I come across a fucking Reaper.
“You’re right,” I mutter, dropping my arms so she doesn’t feel trapped. “You don’t have to explain yourself about that but let me make one thing very fucking clear.” I grip her chin, holding her in place as I practically press my lips to hers. “If you ever go to another man’s room again, the next time you see them, their body will be cold and bloody, and barely recognizable. You feel me?”
Slowly, Zoe nods, her chest rising and falling quickly as she soaks in my words.
“Even Gunner’s?” she whispers and I nod.
“Even Gunner’s.”
She eases back, forcing me to release her chin. “But he’s your best friend.”
“Until the day he fucking invites my girl into his room.”
She studies me for a beat, her blue gaze dancing from one side of my face to the other.
“What exactly do you think I would be doing in his room?”
I growl, the thought, the images in my head, nearly too much to fucking bear. Gunner might be my best buddy and club brother, but I see the way he still looks at my girl. Do I trust him to protect her? Yeah, I fucking do. But do I trust him to keep his hands off her? Nope.
Gunner has always been quiet when it comes to women. He joins in with group activities at times, but I thought that was it. I never knew he had Cruz Cunts in his room. He always made out that he was never getting any action. Too fucking shy to really try to hit on the chicks. But I was wrong apparently. And the fact that ever since we started tormenting Zoe, before everything went to shit, Gunner would flirt with her, treating her like a friend.
But fuck, he really was adamant about the bets. He almost became a different guy when he made his suggestions. He was invested in them, and now that I think about it, I don’t think the investment was the money.
He really wanted her.
“It’s not about what I think you would be doing, Princess. It’s about what I know he wants to do to you.”
She rolls her eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Live in denial all you want, but don’t fucking go to his room again, or his death will be on you.”
I turn away from her then, ending the conversation, and we get dressed in silence.
Even though I’m on one side of my bedroom, and she’s on the other, I can still hear the rumbling of her tummy, telling me she’s hungry.
When it rumbles again, this time louder, we both snicker.
“Come on, Princess. Let’s feed you.”
Offering me a small smile, she nods, and like yesterday, I weave our fingers together and lead her out of my apartment and downstairs.
The clubhouse is loud when we enter the main room, music humming through the speakers as the Cruz Cunts dish up dinner. I’m surprised to see them doing it with smiles since they’ve been sour about Cara’s departure and Alana’s punishment. Perhaps my little speech earlier helped?
We each grab a bowl of the pumpkin soup and a bread roll. There isn’t much and I know our supplies must be dwindling again. Since the Cruz Cunts don’t have access to our new way of keeping our money safe, they have no way of knowing that we are almost out of cash again, and Rocco is too proud to ask them for extra.
I need to fix our cash flow problem. And fast.
I have some cash stashed at the cabin, but I can’t bring it back without an explanation, so I’m not entirely sure I can use it.
Out of habit, I lead Zoe to Rocco’s table where I usually sit with him, Cara and Gunner. Since Cara’s seat is free, I sit Zoe in it before taking mine.
I give my Prez and my buddy a grunt in greeting which they return much the same way, and then I notice Zoe scarfing her food so fast she’s likely to get a bellyache.
“Hey, slow down,” I mutter and she stops mid-bite, a piece of bread protruding from her lips before she speaks around it.
