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I frown. “But I want to,” I counter.

“Sweetheart, I don’t need your money,” he states.

I get out of bed and stand up. “I didn’t say you needed it. I said I wanted to give you it,” I argue back.

“I won’t accept it,” he snaps.

“You have to,” I counter, feeling my irritation rise.

He uncrosses his arms and takes a step towards me. “I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to.”

I step towards him and poke my finger in his chest. “It’s the polite thing to do. I ruined your bike, so I should pay for the repairs, and you should accept my offer,” I tell him.

Spider leans his head back and sighs. “Why have you got to fight me over fucking everything?” he sighs.

“Why have you got to be a jackass?” I counter.

He looks down at me, his green eyes glimmering with amusement. He likes it when I challenge him. Lifting his hand, his fingers delicately glide over one of the large grazes on my arm. I suck in a breath.

“This is the reason why you don’t have to pay me. I’m just glad you are okay,” he declares.

“I’m fine.” I whisper. My eyes are transfixed on his, and as he breaks the contact, his eyes flicker lower to my neck. He reaches up and begins to stroke his thumb over the hicky he gave me.

“I don’t think I’ve ever given a hicky to anyone in my life,” he states.

I shudder under his gentle touch. “Well then, I guess that’s another first for you,” I tease. “I guess I should count myself as the lucky one. I’m the only person you’ve cum in and the only person you’ve marked. Your firsts that are now your regrets,” I sigh.

His gaze heats. “I don’t regret any of it,” he rasps.

I suck in a shuddery breath as the desire crackles between us, but it doesn’t last long. Breaking it, he looks away before he shoves his hands into his pockets.

“I’m glad you are okay. Get some rest,” he states before leaving, closing the door behind him.

I stand there in the middle of the room, wondering what that was all about. I rub my face and climb into bed, not even bothering to try and pick apart why he was here and overthink any of it. He just simply came to check on me like a nice guy.

The next dayI walk over to the garage, where a few of the brothers are working on cars and bikes. I notice Spider’s bike and the paintwork is ruined. “I have to say you did a pretty good job on it,” Scar says as he walks toward me, wiping his hands on a blue rag.

“I feel awful,” I admit. “It wasn’t a part of the plan to come off it,” I add.

“Well beautiful, unless you are a seasoned rider, then that is exactly what I expect to happen. I’m more fucking surprised you didn’t come off it sooner,” he states. I run my fingers through my hair, watching as Scar looks down at my side where its badly grazed. He tuts and shakes his head. “Just promise me you won’t damage this stunning body again,” he says, raising a brow.

“I promise.” I smile. “Have you seen Spider?” I ask, looking around.

Scar shifts uncomfortably. “He’s gone,” he sighs.

I frown. “Gone where?”

“To find Acid. We had a meeting last night and Spider volunteered to go find him and bring him back,” he states.

“Oh. Well, that’s good. I mean, it’s why I’m here.” I smile.

Scar nods. “Right. Listen, sorry darlin,’ but I’ve got to get this cambelt done.”

I hold my hands up. “Of course! Sorry,” I apologise. I wander over to one of the benches and take a seat. Sitting there in silence, alone with my thoughts, the peace is nice as the warm sun heats my skin.

“You don’t know what to do when he isn’t here,” a deep voice states from behind me. I spin around to see Ghost stood there, smoking a cigarette.

“I didn’t know you smoked,” I state.

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