Page 11 of Lulu

Brody

As I waited for Lana to answer her phone, I watched Lulu through the glass door. The way she moved told me that she was pissed. She’d balked at being told what to do, but that was too fucking bad. I wasn’t sure how much protection she got from the MC anymore, and after what had just happened, she needed it.

“Hi, handsome.” Lana’s husky tone came over the receiver.

She wasn’t going to be happy, but then, that didn’t matter to me. I decided to get right to the point. “Gonna cancel tonight.”

She huffed and the tone of her sexy voice changed drastically, becoming sharp and suspicious. “Why?”

I raised my brows at her audacity. She knew better. I didn’t explain myself to her, or anyone else, for that matter. After all, she was just a booty call and she knew it. In my line of business, I didn’t have time for relationships, and one-night-stands were hard work just for a piece of ass. When I was in the mood for sex, I wanted to keep it easy and uncomplicated. Lana and I had a good thing going on.

“You’ve never cancelled before.”

I could hear the pout in her voice, but what she’d said was true. Usually by the time I called her I was beyond ready for a good fuck, and I didn’t let anything get in the way of getting it. “There’s a first time for everything,” I said in a hard tone.

“I was looking forward to tonight,” she went on. “I had a surprise for you. Kind of an anniversary thing.”

What the fuck?I frowned, but didn’t ask her what the surprise was. I didn’t like the sound of possessiveness coming through. And anniversary? I did a quick calculation and realized our so-called arrangement had reached the one-year mark. Shit. Was it time to find someone to replace her?

“Aren’t you going to ask me what it is?” Her voice was back to sounding soft and husky.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her turn it on and off at a whim. “Keep it for next time. Look, I’ll call you in a couple of days.” I ended the call. I didn’t even owe her that, but had a strong feeling I was going to need her.

I opened the door and prepared for a fight when Lulu shot me a scowl. I had to hand it to her, after what she’d just been through she was doing a good job of holding it together. Had to be the result of spending so many years with the Desert Rebels. I’d heard a lot of talk about her being sweet, a trait she’d reserved for everyone but me, but apparently her claws came out when she or someone she cared for was threatened. She hadn’t let her petite size hold her back when those two assholes had come for Millie.

The woman had guts, which could be a bad thing.

She started right off by saying, “You can’t tell me what to do.”

“You think not?” I crossed my arms, taking a dominant stance. Normally my size was enough to prevent anyone from questioning my motives. Kept me out of a lot of fights, too. I wasn’t only tall at six-foot-five, I was big, and I’d perfected a glare that would rival the Hulk when he was on a rampage.

Clearly not intimidated, she laughed, sweeping the glass into a dustpan. “Listen to yourself, you almost sound as if you care.”

I didn’t respond to that. I wasn’t sure what I felt for Lulu, other than a good healthy dose of lust. I wanted her, sure, wanted to fuck the sass and fight right out of her. But only a fool would give a woman like her the kind of power you surrendered when you were at the mercy of her skills in the bedroom. Lulu looked sweet and innocent, but I was willing to bet she could teach me a thing or two.

That thought almost amused me.

“So--” She emptied the dustpan into the trash can next to the desk. “I saw the look that passed between you and Loco. You know what’s going on?” She set her broom against the wall and faced me, tilting her head slightly as she waited for my response.

“You don’t really expect me to answer that, do you?”

Her delicate shoulders lifted. “Neither one of us are part of the club,” she pointed out smugly.

I grinned at her attempt to justify me telling her anything. Sure, I knew a little about what was going on. You didn’t share drinks with a biker or spend time doing shit for their club and not hear a thing or two. Loco had mentioned they were expecting fallback from the Soul Reapers because of some trouble they’d had with their club in Denver. He, along with Sax and a couple of prospects, had gone there on business, and Soul Reapers had ambushed them on the road. Lives had been lost.

Looked like Soul Reapers had targeted Loco’s woman to get back at the club.

“Do you think I didn’t get an ear-full of information that I shouldn’t have heard while I was living in the club?” She crossed her arms with a knowing smirk. “Some men talk in their sleep.”

“I’m sure you have a lot of experience with that,” I snapped, the visual her words had conjured sending a blinding hot rage through me.

She shrugged, and the look in her eyes convinced me that she was trying to piss me off on purpose. “That’s why I was there.”

I ground my back molars with enough strength to break them, and forced myself to stay by the door. The way I was feeling in that moment, I knew if I got close enough to put my hands on her it wouldn’t end well. I didn’t hurt women. I didn’t abuse them. And I knew ways of punishing Lulu that would get my message across without scaring her.

“Are you proud of the fact that you were a whore?”

Her smirk disappeared and the tiniest flicker in her eyes revealed that my words had cut her. I regretted them, but couldn’t take them back now. She seemed to consider my comment for a minute before she straightened her stance and threw her shoulders back, and I knew that she was going to let me have it.

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