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I pushed at him as panic seized my limbs, making them feel heavy and frozen. I knew logically that he’d feel stupid and terrible as soon as he realized I was Simon’s daughter. In the past, the panic would relent, but my brain and body seemed at odds as anxiety robbed me of breath and fear prodded at my lungs, worsening as his grip tightened.
“Get off me.” I attempted to push him, but his lips landed on my neck as more of his long arm wrapped around me.
“I like fighters.”
Tears were building in my eyes as I continued to push at him with no avail, and then in an instant, he was gone.
Wesley was there, and he looked furious. His beer bottle was tossed to the ground, and then his fist landed in the guy’s face.
“Fuck!” The jerk doubled over, holding his face.
Wes’s eyes were wide, gleaming with malice as he grabbed the guy by the vest to stand him up, then he punched him again. This time I heard a crack.
“I didn’t touch nothing that was yours, Ryan. What the fuck?!” the guy screamed, spitting a glob of blood on the floor.
That’s when Wes finally looked at me and must have realized I wasn’t wearing my property patch, because that angry glare was now aimed at me. With a clench of his strong jaw, he grabbed me by the arm and hauled me past all the craziness until we were pushing into the cold night air. Once he let me go, I started walking away.
Fuck this.
Fuck him.
“Callie, wait,” Wes said at my back, but I kept walking.
He kept pace with me. “You can’t come here without your cut, you know that. Guys don’t know you’re spoken for. They don’t know you’re mine.”
I laughed, because fuck this guy.
Spinning on my heel, I shoved his chest.
“You forget that I grew up in this fucking bullshit, Wes? I know exactly how this works, and not wearing a fucking piece of leather shouldn’t ever give a free pass to grope someone. I’m a goddamn person, Wes. Not a piece of property. You used to be able to see the difference.”
I spun away, continuing to walk. I hadn’t even touched on how afraid that encounter had just made me, or how frightened I was being in a massive group of bikers after being taken. Rival club or not, on nights where extra members arrived, I turned into a terrified nine-year-old again.
He matched my pace, walking right next to me.
“Where are you going?”
Tears were in my eyes as I shook my head. “The only place I ever felt safe from this life. The only place that used to make me feel like I could actually be free from it.”
Wes pulled my wrist to stop me.
“The tree house is a mile down that road, Callie. It’s freezing. Just stop.”
His leather cut suddenly enveloped me as he slid it over my shoulders and then he wrapped me in his arms.
“Let’s just go home, baby. I’m sorry.”
My heart swelled with the need to make him understand that I couldn’t keep doing this.
There was an itch under my skin that was desperate to leave this place.
“Wes, I can’t do this anymore.” My voice came out as a whisper, then a sob, as my throat tightened. I had been holding those words back for so long it felt painful to finally let them free.
In the dark, it was difficult to read his expression, but his arms tightened around me.
“Is this about the house? I had a surprise for you. I planned on telling you tonight. Your dad gave me permission to build a house on the property, it's over there on the edge, where the canal is.”
No.
