Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“I’ve got nothing more to say.” Her voice was a whisper, but I could tell she wouldn’t budge. I wouldn’t intimidate her into giving me what she wanted. Not yet anyway.
I pushed off the wall and stalking through the house, checking the doors and windows as I went. “Don’t bother trying to leave. The house has an alarm, and the guys are set up outside in case you do. You won’t get far.” I stomped inside my bedroom, leaving the door open.
This was going to be tricky. Everything depended on what Crush found in the next twenty-four hours. By claiming Olivia, I’d be able to force the issue of taking her to the Grim Road compound if things got too hot to stay where we were. If it really was the CIA chasing her, the last thing we wanted to do was lead them straight to our home. But if she was in imminent danger, my claim would extend the club’s protection to her. If we did, and she was a willing participant, then I’d share her punishment. So, the benefits to Olivia were way more than they were for me. Until she was well and truly mine anyway.
She’d followed me down the hall and I stopped in the doorway to the room I’d claimed. “You can have the room across the hall.” I pointed. “It’s bigger and has an adjoining bathroom. The doors stay open.”
She blinked. “I… what?”
“You heard me. No shut doors except the ones leading outside. That means the bathroom too.”
“I’m not leaving the bathroom door open.” The look on her face was so incredulous I almost laughed. Now wasn’t the time, though. I needed to be a hard-ass. She needed to trust me, but she also needed to know I absolutely would call her on her bullshit.
“Any door I find closed gets broken down. If that means I remove every fuckin’ door in the place, that’s what I’ll do.” I gave her my best “don’t fuck with me” look. When she winced and turned away, I almost felt bad. Almost. This was for her own good. “Now. If you want a shower and stuff before bed, get to it. You had supper?”
“I’m not hungry,” she whispered. “Thank you. I’m sorry. For everything. I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble.” Did I imagine she winced again? Regret this time instead of fear? Guilt, beyond just the lying she’d already done? I’d always thought of myself as a good judge of character, but since the whole fucking mess with Hammer and Claw I always questioned myself. I did now too, but I knew it didn’t matter. Not really. I wanted Olivia for my own. No matter the situation. So I had to really be careful, to unwind her lies to my satisfaction without breaking her. Which… yeah. This was going to be tricky.
“You ain’t no trouble, honey. But you do need to trust me. Tell me what’s goin’ on. We can’t protect you if we don’t know what the fuck’s happenin’.”
Instead of answering, she turned and went into the room I’d indicated was hers. She put her hand on the door, then dropped it, looking over her shoulder. If she was looking for permission to shut it, she was dead wrong. I just gave her a look. She sighed and continued in.
“Fine. Venus will be here soon with some more stuff. For now, there should be a complete change of clothes in the duffel in the corner over there.” I pointed next to the bathroom. “I’m serious when I say no closed doors. I will break a motherfucker down.”
“I know,” she said softly. Then she crossed to the duffel and entered the bathroom. She didn’t shut the door.
I scrubbed a hand over my face as I stomped inside the room I’d claimed across the hall. There was a queen-size bed, dresser, nightstand, and little else. I could hear the shower running in the other room and knew she needed to scrub the day off her.
I sat on the bed, my mind seizing on Olivia, naked in the shower. Not a great idea. The very last thing I needed to do was get distracted by my dick. There was no denying she was a beautiful, desirable woman. But I didn’t like secrets. Which was hypocritical because I’d kept my share over the years. Still had them. But I knew in my soul I’d never allow this woman to keep secrets from me. For the first time, I truly understood why Lemon insisted we stop with the secrets thing. We couldn’t keep the club safe if we all had secrets that could come back to haunt us. And I couldn’t keep my woman safe if I didn’t know what was haunting her.
I sat on the bed, not daring to leave her alone. There was every possibility she was contacting someone, letting them know where she was and the situation. If that was true, Crush would know and we’d deal with it. That wasn’t the reason, though. It took everything I had in me not to strip off and join her in that shower. Not for sex, though I really wanted that. Very fucking much. I wanted to dominate her. To have her riding the edge until she was so mad with lust she told me everything just to fall over the fucking edge.