Page 51 of Falcon

I raised a brow but didn’t move away. “Do you mean listen or obey?”

“Sit down.”

I raised both brows this time and cocked my head.

His lips thinned before he said, “Please, sit down.”

Backing up, I sat on the bed and started taking my boots off. I scooted back to prop up on the pillows against the wall.

Falcon reached behind him on the dresser and grabbed a foil-wrapped chocolate. Once he chewed it up, he started. “You know the party we had? For Raven?”

I nodded. “Yeah. He died, right?”

“He was killed.”

“Killed?” I knew we had a memorial, but nobody really talked about why or how it happened. I sort of assumed it was a bike accident. “Why?”

“We’re not really sure.” He leaned down to take his boots off and continued. “But he was our President for a long time. I know you’re new to all this, but anytime one of us is taken out, it’s a big deal. And for our President to be killed…well it’s basically like starting a war.”

As his words sank in, I started to realize this was bigger than my temper tantrum. “But who would do that?”

A rumble came from his chest. “We have some leads but nothing solid. And I have my eyes on a few things. Which is why I’ve been telling you right now is not a good time.” He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed next to me. His hand lifted and then lightly brushed over my cheek. I leaned into the soft touch and searched his eyes. “I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you, Daisy.”

I crawled closer, straddling his lap. Cupping his cheeks, I smiled at him. “Falcon, I understand. I just don’t know why you couldn’t have just told me that. And I’m sorry about Raven. That must have been really hard on you guys.”

“That’s another thing,” he said as he wrapped his arms around me. “You’re the most important person to me, but the club has to come first. Sometimes there’s gonna be things I can’t tell you. And I may have to leave, and you can’t know where I’m going.”

Confusion and a hint of anger started to bubble up, but I kept my voice calm and low. “That doesn’t make sense. If I’m the most important thing, I should come first.”

“I wish it worked that way. But club business coming first means you stay safe. Lacy stays safe. Mama Hen, all of you. And the less you know, the better.”

My jaw clenched and I looked down.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Secrets and lies are how I ended up losing my freedom, Falcon.”

He squeezed me and leaned his forehead to mine. “Daisy, I’m not taking your freedom. I told you before, if you wanted to leave, I’d take you. But I wouldn’t leave you somewhere that’s not safe.”

“I don’t want to leave. I just want to have a life.”

“And you can have one with me,” he said as he jostled me on his lap. “You just have to trust me. And trust that I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Looking down, I asked, “What happens when this isn’t fun for you anymore? I won’t have anything to my name. Not even a phone. That’s your phone.” I jerked my chin in the direction he’d tossed it.

He gripped my hips hard. “The phone is yours. All of this is yours.” He grabbed my hand and put it to his chest, right over his heart. “This is yours, Daisy.”

Butterflies flitted in my stomach, but there were still a few knots lingering. “For such a stoic guy, you sure do know all the right things to say. But I’m serious, Falcon. You haven’t known me long. And I’m not blind. I see how the guys here are. You’ll get tired of me, then what? Stay here and end up like Sugar?”

“If you’re comparing me to my brothers and how they act with the bunnies, you are blind. I never fucked with them before, and I definitely don’t give a fuck about them now. I see you watching me. I only see you, and you know it.”

I worried my lip, hating what I was about to ask, but I needed to know, and he was feeling share-y. “Have you been with Sugar?” I sucked in a breath; not sure I was ready for the answer. I never had been very possessive and neither of us were saints or virgins, but the thought of seeing someone who had been with him made me nauseated.

He laughed and the smile he had was one that hardly ever graced his handsome features. “Hell no. Shit.” He was laughing so hard he was shaking me.

Blowing out a sigh of relief, I asked, “Well, what’s her deal then?”

Once he stopped laughing, he answered, “The bunnies hang around because they wanna be old ladies. You gotta snag one of us to make that happen. When she came around, she zeroed in on me for some reason, but that wasn’t for me.”

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