Page 76 of Mensa's Match

His eyes widened. “I don’t confront that sort of disrespect, my claim on you doesn’t mean anything.”

I inhaled through my nose, calling on my patience. “You're aware that I’m a person with free will, right?”

“Yes, but an asshole like Rod doesn’t fuckin’ care. You heard what he said about you not wearing a cut. He’ll fuck with you to fuck with me.Hesees you as nothing more than something he can take from me.”

“And the only answer to that is staking a claim and being a violent caveman?”

He dipped his chin. “Dial it back, Whit.”

I squared my shoulders. “Tell me where I’m wrong with that, and I will.”

He took a deep breath as though he were weighing his words. “We do this, you’ll be part of my world. Shit works differently in an MC. Surely you know that.”

“Yeah, but getting violent with him—”

“You were in the FBI and wanted to take me down so bad, but maybe you don’t know how it works in my world. Violence is the only language Rod understands.”

My lips twisted with skepticism. “Was the knife really necessary?”

He widened his eyes. “If I hadn’t drawn my knife, he and I would have been in a fist fight instead. I prefer keeping the upper hand whenever I can with assholes like him.”

Part of me could see that, but this wasn’t the time or place for this conversation. I spotted the security guard driving his cart in our direction. “Let’s get out of here. You don’t need added attention from this guard.”

Mensa handed me his helmet. “We’re not done with this, Blume.”

He was right. I needed to figure out if I could become one with my inner biker-diva or not.

No, I had to decide if I could become one with my inneroutlaw, because I had a feeling that’s where we were headed.

Chapter 20

Ask for Terrance

Mensa

The conflicted look onher face before she climbed onto the back of his bike wasn’t one he’d forget any time soon.

Many of the brothers had been forced to acclimate their women into the MC life.

Only one of them had to deal with such a law-abiding woman.

He’d thought Gamble was out of his mind taking on Victoria as his ol’ lady. Now he could see where it was out of Gamble’s control.

Whitney had to understand what she was getting into, though. It didn’t matter if the Riot MC brothers knew she had rights, other clubs wouldn’t care unless she was claimed.

Mensa sped back to Hard Pressed. Knowing Rod was out and about, they had to be more vigilant.

By the time Mensa swung off his bike, Whitney had his helmet held out to him like an offering.

Also like it would be the last time she used it.

He took the helmet from her.

She smiled. “I’m buying my own helmet. You’re breaking the law by not wearing one. Riley told me to let you handle it, but I’m capable of—”

“Have at it, woman.”

Her blue eyes flared. “Have at… are you sure?”

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