Page 66 of Sunshine & Ink

“You’re a coward,” I said bluntly.

Leo gripped my arm, a hard, angry pinch on my flesh.

“This is Raker’s baby, isn’t it?” he bit out.

I could have lied. I could have said I didn’t know. I could have said I’d fucked so many men I didn’t know whose baby it was.

But I didn’t.

“Yes,” I said. “It is. Let me go!”

But his long fingers only dug in deeper.

“Maybe youarejust a whore,” he hissed, his minty-fresh breath wafting over my face, stepping so close in his boat shoes and khakis that it felt like a menace when he brushed past my stomach.

“I’m a wife, actually,” I said. “And you better not let Raker catch you doing something like this.”

“Why is that?” Leo said scornfully.

“He’ll hurt you.”

“He wouldn’t dare,” Leo replied, with a smirk on his face that made me feel uneasy. “I could make things very unpleasant for you if he did.”

I felt another little stab of fear. What was Leo threatening?

Just then, Willow and Elise arrived to pull Leo away for another strategy session.

“How are you doing?” I asked them, to cover from the uneasy feeling I got now with Leo sitting in on our strategy sessions. There was so much interest in the goddess among the Saints, with my friends Amira and Bridget especially wanting to sit in on every meeting and help where they could.

“Everyone has been very kind,” Willow said, somewhat grudgingly. “And welcoming. Raker must have given an order, because everyone has been surprisingly nice.”

“I thought a motorcycle club would be different,” Elise put in. “Scarier somehow.”

I couldn’t stop a small smile from spreading across my face.

If it wasn’t scary for them, it was because Raker had made sure it wasn’t.

Because I would never forget how he had looked dragging that knife down the Elder’s arm, splitting his flesh open to force him to perform our marriage ceremony.

Scary wasn’t even the word. This level of devotion wasterrifying.

CHAPTER 24

Raker

“Prez,” Teacher said, “you better come over here. It’s about Sunni.”

Those are the three words most guaranteed to make me stop what I’m doing and pay attention.

Saints MC had just finished up an interstate gun deal, and we were all standing around smoking.

Crumbling the cigarette in my fingers, I strode over to where the phone streaming my 24-7 security was.

“Listen to this jackass,” Teacher said, pointing to the screen.

It was Sunni and Leo standing in the driveway of the Saints Clubhouse.

Sunni’s shoulders looked tight with anger and I tensed inside.

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