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“Stop staring!”
“You think I give a shit who you flash your pussy to?”
She ignores me, puts her hands on my body, and I instantly freeze. She hasn’t touched me like this in so long. I could almost forgive myself back then for being young and dumb, and we were both horny as fuck, but as a grown man? I still have some pride left.
“Do you always have to be so crude?” I hear her mutter, and I take great pride in the fact that I hear her skirt tear as she straddles across my sled.
I let out a laugh. Yeah, nobody in this life—aside from her—can get me unglued and laughing all in a matter of minutes.
“You okay back there, Lu?”
“I’m fine.” She sounds anything but fine.
“Need my cut to cover your ass?”
“Like you’d care who I show my ass to since you don’t care who sees my pussy.”
I rev the engine to relieve my annoyance at her tone.
Goddamnit.
Two minutes with her, and I’m a raging bull. I swear if getting under someone’s skin was an Olympic sport, she’d win a fuckin’ gold medal.
I’m the club's Sergeant at Arms, so it’s my job to protect all the club’s property. Including her. And her getting home safe is a priority.
Despite our differences, I never want to see anything bad happen to her. And New Orleans can be a scary place.
I’d never forgive myself if anything happened and I could’ve been there to prevent it.
Luna falls under the club's protection umbrella not just because she’s my stepsister, but because she works for the club. Anyone who works for us is our property, so to speak.
Anyway, Cash would have a heart attack if he found out I ignored her calls out of pettiness.
Recently, the Devils Ink MC, who we’d already put in early graves, had a couple of members who got away, and then they began to rebuild the club underground.
We don’t want to risk anything with Forger on the loose.
If I do find him, or any of them, I’ll be calling Harlem. He’s still frothing at the mouth to have his revenge for his ol’ lady.
Nobody is allowed anywhere without protection, and that means the women and children of the club.
Lockdown can’t work forever, but the idea that Luna would be stuck on the side of the road unsettles me.
For fuck’s sake.Hurry the fuck up.I need to get out of here and get her delivered back to her apartment.
She doesn’t know it, but the one thing that I insisted on, was making sure she had a nice place to live. She doesn’t know this, but I helped her get her townhouse when she was short on cash to prevent her from living in a sketchy neighborhood. She thinks my dad put down the deposit. I own the house, and she has no idea.
I got the realtor to make out that the other place was already taken. It was in a questionable part of town, and I couldn’t have that. I told my dad and Lisa not to say anything when the new townhouse came up. She could go on thinking that my dad was the hero, and he was happy to fill that role. It didn’t bother me. What is the point of having wealth and not being able to share it?
Now she lives in a gated community, in a nice neighborhood one street over from St Charles Avenue that she adores. And now I can sleep at night knowing she’s safe so I don’t give a fuck. She can go on thinking she’s renting, and in time she’ll learn that I’m not a total asshole.
Despite popular opinion, I’m not a total dick.
I don’t just think on impulse either, in fact, I rarely do. Everything I do is carefully planned out.
And tomorrow, fuck it, I’m gonna get her a new ride. She won’t want my charity, but I’m past giving a shit. The last thing I need is her wrapping herself around a tree or some shit and having Lisa and Dad worry themselves to death.
Luna knows I’m loaded, yet she’s never once thrown it in my face. She’d never ask for money, so I try to help where I can. She’d die before becoming a charity case.
