Page 45 of Frenemies

Why not enlist all the crazy motherfuckers I could? Jax was probably already running around trying to find D. West. And that sick-fuck had already been busy. I saw a couple of burnt-out husks from his handiwork on the way here.

The flowers and sweet little memorials people had set up only made me smile more. D liked to record his work. I might have to ask him if I could watch a few. Nothing like passing the time by watching a few Reapers burn up into crispy critters.

Yup, everything seemed to be falling into place. That is until we pulled in next to the clubhouse.

I kicked out the stand on my hog and popped off my lid.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” I growled while nodding at the shiny red car parked next to us.

“I’m surprised you don’t want to see your old lady.” Tanner hopped off his bike and gave me a look. “She has such a warm and loving personality.”

My hand twitched, wanting to slap the shit out of him. Naomi was a handful, but she had a soft side. Wasn’t my fault he was too much of a prick to see it. Anyways, that wasn’t the point.

“She’s not my old lady,” I muttered and stormed into the clubhouse.

She was Chase’s.

My brothers met me when I entered—slapping me on the back and welcoming me home. I was tempted to pretend Naomi wasn’t here and join them for a couple of drinks. She wouldn’t be too impressed if I ignored her, but apparently, that was something I couldn’t do.

My eyes kept wandering over to the stairs and towards the apartment at the top, where I knew she would be. Before I knew what was happening, I was climbing those wooden steps.

I told myself it was to get her the fuck out of here. This wasn’t a safe place for her to be, and I was already worried about Riley. What the fuck was Derek thinking, letting his daughter go home? I don’t care if he thought she’d be okay because I was back.

Ashen Springs was the first place Jax would look for her. Though, I did have to admit—he’d have a hard time getting to her with Louis on the lookout. The Order might be a bunch of uptight assholes, but they did have power, especially in that town.

Naomi was a different story.

Not only did she not have the protection of a secret society, but she kept walking headfirst into danger. Someone needed to seriously whip that girl’s ass. A thought that I more than considered when I kicked open the door to my apartment.

Naomi was standing over by the window, fluffing out a vase of flowers. My eyes immediately flowed over the curves of her tight red dress. Fuck, she looked good. I couldn’t stop staring at her, and when she spun around, locking her sharp green glare on me, my dick jumped to life.

“It’s about time. Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting?”

My brow arched. Really? I’d made it perfectly clear that I didn’t want her around, and she was going to lecture me?

“You should be glad I came here to clean up this place. You wouldn’t believe the crap I found in the corner.” She pointed at me and huffed out, “You need to have a talk with your men about personal boundaries.”

“That’s funny.” The only person I needed to have a chat with was her. “You lecturing me about personal boundaries.”

She cocked her hip out and crossed her arms. “You don’t think I see what you’re doing?”

“And what’s that, Princess?”

“You’re trying to push me away.”

Well, damn, she just called me on my shit. I’d say she wasn’t as dumb as I thought she was, but she was still here. Naomi knew what the ramifications of being involved with me were. She heard what happened to Sam and my baby boy. Yet, she was still here waving her finger at me.

“Maybe you should take the hint.” What the hell did I have to do the get her to leave me the fuck alone?

“Oh no, you don’t,” she sang while swaying her hips. “I am not the frog in this story Chase Mathers.”

Frog? What the…?

Scrubbing a hand down my face, I let out a long sigh. “Get the fuck out, Naomi.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Fuck sakes.

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