Page 15 of Asher

Pagan looked at Brett, “There you have it. Leave her the fuck alone.”

One of Brett’s friends, Kent, asked, “You her boyfriend or something?”

Pagan snorted. “No. I’m not stupid. No way in fuck am I getting my ass killed for thinking about Chloe in any way other than family.”

And with that, he looked at Brett, “This is your only warning. You don’t want to have to deal with the Pres.”

Brett sighed, then nodded.

Huh, guess he did have a few brain cells left.

Then I looked at Stella, “What did he mean? Deal with the Pres?”

She shrugged, “No clue.”

With that, Pagan looked at us, jerked his chin, then headed to his bike.

All through the day, everyone was whispering about the girl who turned Brett down. I got more looks than I ever have before.

And I also got more looks for the guys at school than I ever had before. Most of those consisted of top-to-toe looks. Lingering on my boobs and my butt. Ugh, I rolled my eyes at the last guy. Gross.

When were they going to learn that there was more to a woman than the way her body looked... probably not until they were fifty or so.

But... what had us laughing our asses off... while we were headed to her car, we passed Brett with his arm thrown over Karla’s shoulders.

I looked at Stella, she looked at me, and then we started laughing.

Once we made it to the clubhouse to ask Asher to make the call, I went to the fridge, grabbed two grape sodas, and then made sandwiches.

Stella came in as I was putting the cheese on them, and then she settled on the bar stool and popped the tabs, “Dad’s in church. As soon as he gets out, I’ll ask him to make the call.”

I nodded.

My mom and dad were okay with it, and I even had a written form of consent with their numbers on it.

We ate and talked about the kind of jewelry we wanted. Stella wanted a diamond stud, and I wanted the black nose ring.

We had just finished our last bites when Asher walked into the kitchen in faded jeans, motorcycle boots, and a dark blue tee underneath his kutte.

His face was hard, and I could tell that he had run his hand through his hair.

His eyes went to Stella, then they came to me, and not realizing I was doing it, I tilted my head and asked, “Are you okay?”

He sighed, which caused Stella to really look at him.

He nodded, “Yeah. Be alright.”

Then he looked at Stella, “What did you need, princess?”

Stella smiled wide, then, “We wanted you to call over to Badd Motha Ink and see if they can fit us in.”

He lifted a brow, “For what?”

Stella smiled, “We want to get our noses pierced.”

He looked at me, and I nodded.

He sighed, then ran his hand through his hair again, and that clued me in that he was way stressed out, but just like the man he was, he asked, “Who do you plan to do it?”

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