Page 48 of War

“Get back in the car.I’ll deal with you later,” Callan snaps, his eyes staying locked with mine.

“It’s not his fault.I made him bring me.”

“Rogue, he had one job.”

“To spy on me.That’s not how this is going to work.”I flick a finger between our bodies.

“Not spying, watching over.”

“Bullshit.Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Because you needed rest and I had shit to do.”

“Just admit I’m not wanted here.”

A growl climbs up his throat.Grabbing my arm, he guides me away from the club around the back of a wall with a hose attached to it for cleaning cars and bikes.

Snatching my arm from his grip, I grit, “Don’t manhandle me.”

“You’re being a brat and you know it.”

“I don’t like being lied to.If your dad doesn’t want me here, that’s fine.”

“It’s not fine—and that’s not why I didn’t bring you.”

“Then why?”I fold my arms over my chest, refraining from stomping my foot.I am being a brat, but dammit, all I have is this club, Kitty, and Callan.I have this overwhelming fear I’m on the cusp of losing them.

“I was informing my brothers of the situation.Who was responsible.”He told them my sister shot their pres and didn’t want me around for any blowback.My chest deflates.

“How did they take it?”I dip my head and kick my foot against the wall.

“They’re happy their pres is alive and angry it happened in the first place.Word is already getting out.The police went to question him last night after we left.”

The police.My heart squeezes like a vice.“What did he tell them?”

“Nothing.”He lifts a nonchalant shoulder.“Police are always called when it’s a gunshot wound, they’ve been waiting for him to wake up, but he’s not a ‘talk to the cops’ kind of guy.Only the brothers know about Harley’s involvement.”

That’s good.My stomach twists at the thought of people discussing her and what she did.

“So, are the brothers mad at me?”

“No.”He scratches the back of his head.

“You can tell me.I’m a big girl, and I’m happy to talk to anyone who takes issue with me being here.”

“Rogue.”He takes my arms, stroking down them until he reaches my hands and pulls me toward him.“They fucking love you and know you’re one of us.”

“Then why are you acting weird?”There’s something off with him.I can’t explain it, I just feel it in my bones.

He looks around the wall, back to the club door, then to me.“I’m not acting weird.I have club business to deal with and it’s hard to do that when I’m worried about you.”

“You fucked me to distract me.”I sound pathetic, but dammit, he’s making me paranoid.

Growling in the back of his throat, he steps into my space.Wrapping his hand around my throat, he angles my face to his.The action sends my body rushing with excitement.The scruff on his chin brushes along my jawline, he inhales as if smelling my arousal through my skin.My nipples bead, warmth blooming in my lower stomach.

“I fucked you because it’s all I think about when I’m with you.My cock is constantly at half-mast.”His teeth drag down my neck.“And I haven’t spent nearly enough time inside your warm, tight body.”He palms my ass with his other hand, squeezing hard enough to bruise.“I fucked you to fill you with my cum so I can think about it dripping out of you while I’m sorting business.”

Crowding every part of me, he backs me up against the wall, his hand moving from my ass to tease the waistband of my pants.“I want to fuck every hole you have and mark every inch of your skin with my teeth.”

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