Page 11 of Raptor

"You fuckers need to find somethin' else to talk about," I snarl, even more pissed that my brothers are talking about this shit. Fuck.

"Find out what the fuck Chloe and Mallory were talkin' about that day."

"Already done that, brother," I retort. "You think I've been sittin' on my ass the past three months? I spoke to Chloe, and she said they were talkin' about Preacher and Pepper. She explained how the club works?—"

"Did Chloe tell her about the club whores?" I watch as his eyes narrow and his lips pull into a scowl.

I still. Every fuckin' part of my body is frozen solid. Fuck, I didn't think of that. "Shit," I snap.

He shakes his head. "If she did, then, brother, you know what the fuck is goin' through your woman's head. She no doubt thinks that while you've been talkin' to her, you've been fuckin' the club whores."

I grit my teeth. "I haven't fuckin' touched any of them." I can't believe I didn't think of this shit before. Christ, I can't even remember the last time I fucked a club whore. It's been months. Hell, maybe even closer to a year. "It all makes fuckin' sense now," I say through clenched teeth. "She probably thinks I've been fuckin' everyone."

He chuckles. "It'll be fine," he says dismissively.

"Yeah?" I growl. "You think a woman who was a virgin when I took her is goin' to think that it's fine when she believes I'm a dog and have been fuckin' anythin' with a pulse?"

"You're goin' to have to let her know that you haven't," he says, backtracking. "I get it, brother; this shit is fucked up, especially when you're across the world from one another. But if you don't find a way to tell her you're not the guy she thinksyou are, then when you arrive in Ireland, you're not goin' to find her."

He's right and I fucking hate that shit.

"Look, we've all got your back, brother," he says quietly. "No matter what, we've got your back."

I nod. The gratitude I have for the brotherhood runs as deep as the blood that flows through my veins. "Thanks, brother," I say thickly. "Once I'm back in the clubhouse, I'll call her."

Though I have a feeling she won’t pick up. She's been ignoring every call for the past three months. Why would tonight's one make any difference? Either way, I'll be letting her know that the crap about the club girls is fucking bullshit.

"Darlin',"I say with a grin when I see Mallory walking out of Chloe's room in the Gallagher Mansion.

Being in Ireland was only supposed to be for a few days, just until we got this shit with the fucker who had Chloe kidnapped sorted out. But seeing Mallory again makes me want to extend my stay and spend the next few days locked in a room until I've fucked her in every which way possible.

She smiles her soft as fuck smile at me. "Well hey there, stranger. It’s been a while."

It's been fucking six weeks since she was in New York, six long fucking weeks. She looks just as beautiful as I remember, even in jeans and a tee. "You doin' good, darlin'?"

She glances around and notices my brothers staring at us, watching our interaction. Fuckers need to get a life. They have their own damn women and should focus on them.

"Why are they watching me?" she asks, her voice soft as she glances around at my brothers, none of which are makingthings better. They're gawking at her like they've never seen a woman before.

"They're assholes," I snap, glaring at the motherfuckers. "Ignore them."

Her laughter is soft. "Hard to when they're watching me like vultures. How long are you in town?"

"Not as long as I'd like. Hopin' you'll give me a reason to extend my stay."

Those gorgeous eyes of hers flash with happiness. "Oh, Rap, you're incorrigible."

I chuckle. "You busy?"

She shakes her head. "Not at all. I wanted to see Chloe. She feels overwhelmed right now, so I'm going to leave her be and check in with her tomorrow. What about you?"

"Not in the slightest."

Her smile widens. "Then let’s get out of here."

I don't need to be told twice. I take her hand and lead her out of the Gallagher mansion. I can hear my brothers’ laughter following us out.

"You drive?" I ask, wondering how far her house is.

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