Page 35 of Sunshine & Ink

I notice that her mouth looks a little swollen and I feel another pang of regret.

Fucking Apostle. But he never would have dared to touch her if it hadn’t been for me.

I’ve always had a hair-trigger temper and maybe it’s really fucked me over now.

“Are you ok?” I ask her.

There’s silence for a beat.

“No.”

I grind my teeth together internally.

“You came here to serve at my pleasure,” I remind her. “You agreed to service all the brothers.”

“I did,” Sunni said, but her voice is indifferent.

She’s not acting anything like herself. Usually she is eager, anxious for my attention, her eyes filled with love and light.

But there’s an expression in them that I’ve never seen before, and the light is. . . gone.

Maybe she’s worried that I really do want to kick her out.

“I’m not going to make you stay in the other room,” I say into the silence. “We can still share a bed as long as you promise to be obedient from now on.”

Sunni looks up at me.

What is that expression? Under the soft brown and golden flecks, there’s. . .something like hard steel.

I open my mouth to say something else, but she interrupts me.

“Keep it, Raker.”

Then her eyes slide past me down the road, and I hear some kind of noise coming. But I’m not worried about rival MC gangs. They’d never dare to take a big club like ours on.

“What’s wrong with you?” I ask impatiently. “I’m not angry at you anymore. I made my point very clear, I think. Now I want things to go back to normal.”

She curls up her lip at me.

“You betrayed me. It’s not just that you fuck other women all the time. Yousworeto me thatyouwould be the only one touching me.”

My breath catches in my throat.

She’s right. I did say that. That’s what I get for running my mouth instead of making it very clear what her duties were as club whore.

“You are here to serve at my pleasure, Sunni. If you don’t like it, you can leave.”

Of course, she’ll never leave. She loves me too much for that.

I’m not about to be led around by the nose by any club girl.

She puts her head to the side, like I’ve seen her do hundreds of times, but this time her arms are tight across her chest.

“You can keep your lies. Fuck you and your offer of staying in your bed. Get your cock wet elsewhere, because I’m leaving.”

Suddenly, behind me I hear the screech of brakes and the loud bark of a megaphone.

“Raker d’Sanguine, we have reason to believe you’re hiding illegal guns on this property. Put your hands on your head. You have the right to remain silent. . .”

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