Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 608(@200wpm)___ 486(@250wpm)___ 405(@300wpm)
He sighs in exasperation. “I’m not.”
Finally, the door opens. Shelby steps out first. Her gaze lands on Rooster and she beams. Margot peeks out and gives me a sheepish sort of smile.
All the tension that gathered in my chest releases. She’s fine and she’s not mad.
Shelby glances toward the clubhouse living room and giggles. “Dee-Dee better’ve run off to warn the other bunnies that Margot is not to be fucked with.”
“How’s that?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” Margot shrugs and stares up at me with innocent eyes. “All I did was show her the shiny end of the pretty knife you gave me.”
Rooster chokes out a confused laugh.
I stare at her. Is she serious? Fucking with me?
More importantly—is there actually a heaven? Because Margot has to be sent from above.
Margot shrugs again. Tension drags the corners of her mouth down. Shit, she’s trying to act cooler than she’s feeling.
I curl my arm around her waist and drag her closer. “We’re going to head upstairs. I’ll talk to you guys tomorrow.”
“Okay,” Rooster says in a whatever tone. “Night.”
“Night, Margot,” Shelby calls out.
“Thank you, Shelby,” Margot says over her shoulder.
The few bunnies we pass on our way to the stairs take one look at us and avert their eyes. Maybe word has spread—my woman is ferocious. Cross her at your own peril.
I’m grinning from ear to ear by the time we reach our room. Margot, not so much.
As soon as I close the door behind us, she turns and faces me. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “I’m sorry.”
“Done what?”
She lifts her gaze, and I can’t tell if that’s genuine remorse or sinister satisfaction in her eyes. I’m kind of hoping for the second one. “Threatened dumb-haircut girl with my knife.”
Laughter bursts out of me. “What?”
“I don’t want your brothers to be mad that I threatened someone in their clubhouse.”
Ah, that’s what’s bothering her. Not the confrontation with the girl.
She purses her lips into a remorseful pout. “It was a little extreme.”
“Yeah, I don’t care about that. And no one else will either. Did you actually stab her?”
“God, no.”
“Then we’re good. She shouldn’t have cornered you.” I hold out my arms. “Come here.”
She’s slow, tentative to embrace me. What the fuck did that girl say to her? “Tell me what happened.”
She exhales a long, slow breath and slides her arms around me, cuddling up tight. That’s better.
“Nothing. Just implied a bunch of gross stuff about you. I don’t really want to dissect the conversation.” She tips her head back. “Just promise me whatever you had with any of those girls is in the past.”
“Uh, I told you. There hasn’t been anyone but you since we got together. I wouldn’t lie about that, Margot.”
She nods slowly. “That’s what Shelby said too.”
Thank you, songbird.
Doesn’t matter if she trusts Shelby’s word more than mine. All that matters is that she believes it. That she believes in me. In us.
“She won’t bother you again,” I promise. “Neither of them will.”
She snorts and pulls away. “Why? You’ll have them banned? Shelby said crooked-hair girl shouldn’t have been here at all.”
“Yeah. That’s exactly what I mean. I’ll find out who brought her and make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
“I don’t want to be responsible for that.” The corners of her mouth curl up. “Let her stay. She can spread the word to the other bunnies—you’re mine. Period.”
Holy fuck.
A slow heat rolls through me, settling deep in my bones. I’ve had women fight over spending time with me, eager to please me, desperate to keep my attention. But this?
This is different.
Margot isn’t trying to impress me to secure a place at the clubhouse. She isn’t looking for bragging rights or validation. She doesn’t want to use me, then hop into bed with one of my brothers. Hell, she’s not even angling for a property patch. Nope. None of that. She sees me—all of me—and wants me to be hers.
And damn if that doesn’t feel better than anything else ever has.
Who knew I’d ever like the sound of a woman claiming me this much?
“I’m yours,” I promise her. “Every bit of me.”
“Good.” I still detect a hint of petulance in her tone. Those two girls did some damage tonight. Maybe staying here isn’t the best idea. Everything always seems less complicated when we’re at her place.
But it doesn’t work that way. I love my club and they’re my family. Besides, Margot fit in perfectly tonight. “Everyone loved your story,” I say. “Well, everyone who matters.”
In my arms her body shakes. Shit, did I make her cry?
But no, she pulls back and she’s laughing. “When Shelby warned me that Ravage likes to tell stories around the bonfire, I just knew if I had a chance, I wanted to tell that one.”
“Was it true?”
Her gaze slides to our bedroom door. Instead of answering my question, she asks, “Which one is Ravage’s room?”