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“You need anything? I can stop tomorrow when I’m out.”

I shake my head. It’s another question he asks me every single day. “You know what? I need a job.”

“You have a job already,” he grumbles, grabbing for my hand and tugging me along to his room. Or I should say our room, as everyone else has been calling it, including Tyrant.

“I do?”

“Mm. You’re my wife.”

I refrain from rolling my eyes, a habit I’ve noticed myself picking up since coming here. “I need a real job. And a library.”

“A library?”

Nodding, I embellish, “I love to read and when I left here the local library had just shut down for good.”

“We can get you books. Tell me what you want and I’ll order some.”

I find myself biting down on the inside of my cheek. The last thing I want to do is tell him about the romance novels I read. I’m not ashamed of them or anything. I just don’t want to discuss something that is helping me heal from my past traumas. At least not yet. I’m not ready to delve into that bag of reality. “How about you tell me what your day was like instead?”

“Smooth, changing the subject.”

Laughing, I confess, “Maybe, or perhaps I want to hear about it because I’ve been here all day.”

“Did a ride by. There was a hitchhiker we spoke to. Guess the cops were all over the place in the morning. Dude says he doesn’t know what went down.”

“But you think they were there to serve the restraining order?”

“You have to go in front of a judge before they grant it. I think the notice was probably dropped off and for some reason the cops were called.”

I draw in a swift breath. If Josef was angry, he could’ve taken it out on anyone. “I hope no one was hurt.”

“It sounded to me like they tried starting problems with whoever showed up and then the cops were called in return. I don’t think it was internal.”

It brings little relief, but it is something, at least. “Am I still safe to help Havoc at the bar?”

“They’d be stupid to show up at the bar with Prez there, but that being said, I don’t want to put him in a tough spot. He’s already backing me up on helping get your daughter back, amongst other stuff, so I think it’s better for you to stay here until the order goes through a judge.”

“I’m sorry I’ve put you and everyone else in this position.” My throat begins to feel tight, my eyes growing wet. I attempt to choke back my emotions, but it’s impossible. The club and its members have been nothing but good to me, a stranger to them, yet you’d never know it by the way they act.

Chapter 16

Tyrant

Her upset has every protective instinct inside me roaring to the surface. I can’t bear to see her like this when I know how much stress she carries daily on her shoulders. Her load isheavy, and I’ve been trying like hell to relieve her of some of it. Rather than make her talk or think anymore, my mouth finds hers, our lips fusing as my tongue dips inside, tangling with hers.

I’ve wanted to kiss her all damn day.

“Mm,” the sound rumbles from me as I connect with her for the first time since this morning. She’s all sweetness, from the taste of her tongue down to the way she feels against me. It’s not just that, it’s in the way she looks at me when I enter a room, the way she’s whispers goodnight to me each night, and the way she whimpers my name in the middle of those nights when she needs me to save her by waking her up.

I always do, and I always will.

Her arms go around my neck as she leans up on her tippy toes. She’s short compared to my tall frame, so I slouch a bit to make it easier on her. Her fingers find the back of my neck, her short nails grazing the flesh and giving me goosebumps. The sensation is amazing, making my cock twitch in response, more than ready to rise to the occasion.

Leaning back enough, our noses graze and I suck her bottom lip between mine. “Have fun today?” I manage to ask, attempting to distract my thoughts from everything down south so my cock will calm the fuck down.

Her lids part, and I find her gaze dazed as she meets mine. How could I miss her when I wasn’t gone long today? It’s far too soon for me to feel so swept away with her. A woman has never gotten my attention like Blair does and the crazy thing is she doesn’t even have to try to have it. My hand comes up to cup her jaw, my thumb lightly grazing her cheek. “Well? How was everything while I was gone?” I try again once it seems her heads cleared a bit.

“I like it better when you’re here. Are we going to bed?” She tosses her hand out, gesturing to the California king that takes up a large portion of our room.

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