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“Yeah, I, uh…had some issues I needed to work through and didn’t want a relationship.”

She shrugs but I can definitely relate. I have some major issues I don’t think I’lleverwork out. But I would never be able to do the whole sweetbutt casual sex thing. I still have never been with any other man other than Sean. Honestly, I can’t imagine having another guy’s hands on me. Or mouth. Or beingconnected to someone else in such an intimate way. Just the thought makes me sick to my stomach.

“Then Joe snagged the one guy who swore he’d never get married. The guy who was the biggest sex fiend of the house,” Hailey adds to the juicy tale with a smirk, and I’m absolutely shocked by what she just shared. Riff was a manwhore? And JoeJoe was a sweetbutt? The two of them seem as though they’ve never even looked at another person before, let alone slept with anyone else.

JoeJoe turns a mocking glare in Hailey’s direction, and I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, well, once he had me, he didn’t need any of the other girls. And that’s why my money is on Shiv. He used to mess around with all the girls, but now he’s got his sights on only one in particular, so we’ll see what happens.”

She leaves that hanging in the air, and Hailey just shakes her head. “How could you not bet on this gorgeous girl right here finding love with my brother? Besides, she wouldn’t just be getting an amazing man out of the deal, she’d be getting an incredible sister-in-law out of it, too.”

I swallow hard, and JoeJoe laughs just as hard as she watches me. “You may want to back down, Hales. Looks like this one’s about to bolt.”

Yeah, Joe can say that again. But in Hailey’s defense, she knows nothing about my past or about Sean, or about the fact that I’m still in love with the guy.

“Okay, I’ll drop it.” Hailey pouts. “But my money still isn’t on Shiv. He has too much baggage from the bitch who hurt him.”

Yeah, but maybe the sweetbutt he’s seeing is making Shiv happy again. Knowing exactly what a broken heart feels like, I really hope it works out for him. And to the woman who chose money over the love of a good man, I hope karma is biting her in the butt right now.

CHAPTER 6

Shiv

My eyes land right on Chrissy as soon as I enter Trigger’s. Fuck, she looks good. She’s wearing a tight red tank top which is showing off that sexy cleavage of hers. She’s got those legs on full display, too. They’re barely covered by the tiniest pair of denim shorts I’ve ever seen. And to top off her country girl look, she’s got on a pair of tan cowgirl boots, reminding me of one of her favorite sexual positions. She used to ride my cock hard and fast. Like she was in the Kentucky fucking Derby.

Fuck. Not only do I have a hard-on now, but I have an incredible urge to go over and wrap her in my leather cut to cover up that tight body of hers. Just knowing all the guys in this place are getting to feast their eyes on her is making my blood fucking boil. Why the fuck I’m feeling possessive over a girl who cheated on me, I don’t have a clue, but the thought pisses me off. Now, more than ever, my mission to get Chrissy the fuck out of my town is in full throttle.

Sleep never came last night. My head was spinning with all thoughts of my nemesis. And this morning, it felt like I was run over by that damn emotional Mack truck again. I hadn’t even had a drink, but that isn’t what triggered it. Regret over sleeping with Roxy is what hit me hard, and that only angers me further because I have nothing to feel guilty over. I’m single. I’m not committed to anyone. And Rox knows my game and is happy to keep playing with me. But my fucking heart felt like I’d betrayed it. Again, it’s just another reason why I need this girl out of my life.

I take another glance at the one I despise and see Chrissy’s demeanor change. Her body stiffens and her smile slips from her beautiful face. She’s taking an order from a bunch of rich-looking pricks. I’m actually surprised by her reaction. Figured she’d be trying to snag herself another meal ticket out of this place, but she’s not. She looks like she’s uncomfortable, and that makes me fucking uncomfortable.

My feet take me closer so I can get within earshot. I don’t care who the girl is. If there are some dickwads in here harassing any of the waitresses or anyone else for that matter, I’m going to toss their asses out. But since it’s Chrissy, I’m even more on edge. Which, again, is the wrong feeling to have toward the girl who was fucking another man behind my back. But my knuckles are white, and when I see the fucker reach out and put his hand on the back of her thigh, way too close to the damn curve of her ass, I want to throw punches.

“Like I said, I’m not interested, and I’m not on the menu. Now, is there anything I can get you to drink, or should I just come back later?”

There’s a stutter in Chrissy’s voice. She’s clearly rattled, and I definitely don’t like it. She pulls the guy’s hand off her thigh and takes a step back from the table. But the fucker looks like he’s not going to take no for an answer. I step right up behindChrissy, and her body tenses even more. She turns with a look of fear in her eyes, but as soon as she sees it’s me, her body almost slumps against my chest in relief. I like the way she finds comfort in my presence way too much. Which is another issue I’m going to have to deal with later. Right now, I have this fucker to deal with.

“Do you have permission to touch our property?” I ask, narrowing my glare on the one who took liberties with my girl.Fuck. I need to not be calling her that. Once upon a long fucking time ago, she was mine. Now, she’s a past I’m trying to shake. But I’m doing a hell of a piss poor job of that as I wrap my arm tighter around her waist.

The stupid shit’s eyes get huge as he takes in my size and the leather cut I’m wearing. It’s not like people aren’t aware of who we are. We’re famous in this town, and people definitely know not to fuck with the Savage Knights or what’s ours. And since he’s in Trigger’s bar, he should know the girls are off-limits. But given how he didn’t take Chrissy’s big fucking hint that she wasn’t interested, I’m guessing this guy is an egotistical fuckwad who thinks he can lay claim to whatever he wants. Not in my fucking town, he can’t.

“Not only did you not have permission to touch her,” I continue. “But she made it pretty damn clear she wasn’t offering, and yet you still put your hand on her. Now, you’re going to give my girl the apology she deserves for putting your grubby fingers on her, and then you’re going to get the fuck out of this bar. And don’t ever think about stepping foot in here again or else you’ll be dealing with me. Understood?”

The guy’s fucking lucky I’m not beating the shit out of him right now. If it weren’t for my fucked-up mind fighting between defending Chrissy and pushing her away, I probably would send the guy off with a goodbye message he won’t ever forget. Instead, he’s getting let off easy.

The arrogant shits all nod profusely and throw apologies in Chrissy’s direction as they stand. I want to laugh as they run out the door, looking like they’re about to wet themselves, but the girl who’s still wrapped in my arms and feels all too good against me, is tempering my humor. She turns and looks up at me.

“Thank you, Sean.”

My chest grows tight. The look in her eyes is one I’m all too familiar with. I don’t like what I’m feeling. I need to remind myself of who the fuck she is to me and what the fuck she did. She is nothing. She destroyed me. And if I don’t get her the fuck out of here, she’s liable to do it again.

I release my arm and step away from her, putting space between me and the flame that is liable to burn me alive. But the few feet of distance isn’t enough to release the pressure in my chest. I need there to be hundreds of miles between us.

“No thanks needed,” I state, my tone cold and indifferent, which is how I wish my heart would be. “Everyone knows not to touch any of the waitresses in here. This is Savage Knight property; that includes our girls.”

“Well, I appreciate it, nonetheless.” She offers a sweet smile. And Fuck. There goes my rapidly beating heart again. Her body is trembling. It’s obvious she’s nervous. The weakness in me wants to pull her back into my arms and soothe her worries away, but I won’t fall prey to it.

“You know, if you don’t want guys assuming they can touch you, maybe you shouldn’t wear clothes that beg for that kind of attention.”

What the hell am I saying? A girl should be able to dress however the fuck she wants and not get groped by some dickhead. Fuck. This is another reason I need her gone. I’m now saying shit I don’t mean. I’m now acting like a complete asshole. Like one of those damn shits I just ran out of here.

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