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“Yes, my dad is a billionaire now.”

My mouth drops open. I knew they were rich, but I didn’t expect her to say billionaire. “B-billionaire?” I splutter.

Cara laughs and nods her head. “My dad has always been a genius with numbers. Once he started working, he would take a little bit of money out each check and invest in the stock market. By the time we were three, he hit big, earning two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. He bought us a small house in a better neighborhood. I met Sara in kindergarten, and we hit it off instantly. When we were six, my dad hit even bigger, earning a little over half a million dollars. He took that money and opened his first hotel. ‘Romano’s Palace.’

“Over time, we grew remarkably close to Sara’s parents, Mark and Amy. My dad made Mark the hotel manager, paying him more than most would deem fit for the position. When Sara’s parents passed away in a car crash when we were eight, my parents adopted her. Over the years, my dad has opened hundreds of hotels. He reached his billionaire status when we were twenty-two.”

“Damn, your dad is the American dream. I’m surprised he’s okay with Blade and Torch being a part of an MC and running a strip club.”

“At first, he didn’t understand why they wanted to join an MC, but my dad just wants us to be happy. As long as we’re not into anything crazy illegal, like selling drugs or sex trafficking, he doesn’t have too much to say. Now, I’ve given you a look at my background. What about you? What was it like growing up in an MC?” she asks.

“I’ve seen a lot growing up. The MC wasn’t always legit. I witnessed shootouts. We lost so many people to death and jail. When Pops’s best friend, Reaper, who was Axel’s dad, was killed, my dad stepped down, and I became prez. I was only twenty-one at the time. I made Axel my VP.”

“What about your mom? I can’t believe I’ve never asked, but how old are you?” She laughs.

I chuckle with her before answering. “I’m thirty-two, baby. As for my mom, she passed away from a drug overdose when I was six.”

Her face drops and her eyes gloss over a little and that’s the last thing I want. My mom never cared about me. She only cared about her next hit. When my dad told her to either get her shit together or get out, she didn’t even hesitate to leave. She walked right past me and out the door. No goodbye. Nothing.

“Babe, don’t cry. My mom didn’t give a shit about me. I was better off without her. She never made sure I was fed or clean. She would shoot up right in front of me.” Cara gasps and a look of fury overtakes her beautiful face. There’s my little hellcat.

“Well, my mama always told me to never speak ill of the dead, so I’m going leave that subject alone.”

I bark out a laugh. A few people at the nearby tables look our way, but I couldn’t care less. I’m enjoying my time with my woman. Once our food is served, we causally talk about little stuff. After I pay the check, we walk out hand in hand. The drive back to the clubhouse is quiet. I sense my little hellcat is nervous, and she shouldn’t be. If she’s still not ready, I’ll wait. I’ll wait a lifetime if she needs it. I’m hoping she doesn’t, because I’ve been out of my mind, ready to have her underneath me.

Parking the truck outside the clubhouse, I go around to Cara’s door and help her down. “Baby, if you’re still not ready, there’s no pressure. We’ll wait.” I cradle her face in my hands. I can see I’ve shocked her.

“Really? You won’t be mad?” she asks.

“No. We move at your pace, baby. Remember that. Now, I do want you to sleep in my bed. I’m not ready for this night to be over. I want to go straight to my room, cuddle up with my woman, watch a movie, and go to sleep.”

“That sounds perfect,” she says, throwing her arms around my neck and bringing my head down for a quick kiss.

Walking inside the clubhouse, I see all eyes on us, but my woman and I have plans. We hightail it to my room. I’m pretty sure everyone is going to say something about that tomorrow. Walking into my room, I go over to the dresser and pull out one of my t-shirts and give it to Cara. She goes into the bathroom to change. I change in my closet. I strip myself naked, only putting on a pair of sweatpants. Cara comes out of the bathroom wearing my shirt, her face clear of makeup and her hair pulled into a messy bun.

“Down, boy. Down,” I mutter to my rising cock. How is my woman this beautiful wearing the simplest things?

I watch as her eyes scan my torso. Her mouth drops open, and she nibbles on her plump bottom lip. I don’t even have it in me to be cocky right now. The fact that she’s openly checking me out like this has me ready to reach under that shirt to see if she left her panties on. Not wanting to push her before she’s ready I relent and grab the remote for the television.

“Come on, baby. Let’s pick a movie.”

“I don’t care what it is as long as it’s action.” I’m so relieved. I thought she would make me sit through one of those chick flicks.

We get into bed, and I quickly wrap her in my arms. I pickFast and the Furiousfor us to watch. Everyone loves a good Vin Diesel movie. Thirty minutes into the movie, my woman is knocked out, her head on my chest and her arm wrapped around my stomach. Once the movie is finished, I reach for the remote to turn the television off and Cara pulls me back to her. I grin down at her and plant a kiss on her forehead. I can see I’ve wrapped myself in her like she’s done to me. It doesn’t take long for sleep to overtake me. My dreams are filled with my caramel-skin goddess.

ChapterNine

CARA

Waking up, I’m very aware of Viper’s cock pressed into my back but my phone is ringing like crazy. It’s been going off nonstop for the past five minutes. It’s been three days since my and Viper’s first date. I’ve slept in his bed every night.

“Do you have a side piece I should know about?” Viper asks with sleep still in his voice.

“Ha ha, very funny. Our date was my first date in over a year. Trust me, there are no side pieces calling this phone.”

Viper just growls… growls. “I don’t want to think about you going on other dates. It makes me want to kill the bastard who took my woman on a date.”

I giggle at his nonsense, because he literally had Candy hanging all over him the day I got here. I know some would be insecure by that or hell, maybe even turned off, but I’m not. I know Jace isn’t a damn Boy Scout. He’s the president of a motorcycle club. Does the thought of him sleeping with other woman make me feel murderous? Yes. Yes it does. But I know he can’t change his past.

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