Page 69 of Taking What's Ours

“Baja—” she starts, but I cut her off with a single word.

“Don’t.”

Lola moves to take her turn, and Elaina’s eyes meet mine. She blows me a kiss, and I wink at her.

Yesterday, Isabella loaned her a black spaghetti-strap top and a tight-fitting leather jacket. She’s wearing them today, and she looks hot as hell. She looks like the sexiest, most gorgeous biker chick I’ve ever seen. No, more than that; she looks like she could fit into this life.

It has me imagining all kinds of things, but something tells me that’s just a sweet dream—one I can no longer have.

Memphis and Elaina win the game.

“No fair,” Lola complains. “My partner was distracted.”

“Sour grapes,” Memphis says. “Come here, my tall drink of water.”

She walks into his arms, and he pulls her against his body and kisses her.

Elaina walks toward me, flushing at their PDA.

I tug on a lock of her hair. “She’s right. I was distracted.”

“Oh, you were, huh?” She leans against me, and I dip my head and kiss her mouth.

Trez wanders over and racks another game. “Get a room. All of you.”

We break apart and return to the group while Trez and Darko play pool.

After a few minutes, Elaina excuses herself and heads to the restroom.

I chat with Rock but keep one eye on the hallway. Soon, Elaina emerges, but before she gets out of the hallway, a man steps in front of her, blocking her path. She tries to step around him, and he shifts, blocking her again.

I’m out of my chair and stalking across the room before my brothers realize what’s happening.

“Come on, pretty girl. I’m not letting you pass until I get a kiss. That’s the toll.”

My hand clamps on this guy’s shoulder, and I jerk him around to face me.

His eyes drop to my MC cut, and his brows lift.

“Oh, you didn’t know she was with us? Is that what you’re gonna claim?” I flick my gaze over his shoulder. “Go back to the table, sweetheart.”

She darts past, and this dude lifts his palms.

“I didn’t know. I swear, brother.”

“I ain’t your brother, fuckwad.”

“Sorry.”

“This how you treat women? Box them in and force yourself on them?”

By now I feel several of my brothers at my back, a wall of leather and folded arms and puffed chests, ready to rumble for me.

“You want us to take this trash out for you, Baja?” Utah asks.

He’s our enforcer, so he has no problem taking on the job.

I turn my head but never take my eyes off this loser. “Nah. I got this son-of-a-bitch.” I look to the bartender. “This guy all paid up?”

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