Page 2 of Gambit's Property

I pull back slightly and look down into her stunning, doe-shaped blue eyes. Her wide cheekbones are flushed, and I nuzzle my nose against her, inhaling her scent. The sweet aroma of primrose and her desire fills my lungs, soothing the beast that I always carry with me.

I slowly lower her down my body.

“You call me Gavin, but others call me Gambit. I’m the president of the Shiver of Chaos MC. I knew Rogue a long time ago.”

I take her hand and pick up her backpack and little weapon. Watching her defend herself almost had me blowing my load right then. It was hot as fuck.

I lead her out of the narrow alley, where the tall buildings on either side block out the light. “Don’t walk through dark alleys when you are being followed,” I instruct her, and she nods. I know she’s still catching her breath, but I’m going to take her away from here for a bit. “Do you have any more classes today?”

“No,” she says as I guide her quickly with my longer strides.

I can’t slow down. I need to get her away from the attention she’s attracting. She was already beautiful before, but now, with a flush on her cheeks, she’s sexy as fuck.

We reach my bike, and I place my helmet on her for protection before slipping my leather jacket on her as well. She’s the most precious thing to me, and I won’t let her skin getmarred if we crash. I look down to her legs, knowing I’ll have to ride carefully. I need to get her a pair of chaps and leather pants for better protection.

I climb onto my bike in my T-shirt and cut, then point behind me. “Get on,” I order her.

She hesitates and looks around. Good girl. She’s finally questioning her safety with me. Even though she knows Rogue sent me, she shouldn’t get on my bike. After a moment of contemplation, she slips her backpack over her arms and climbs on behind me. This girl doesn’t know it yet, but she just sealed her fate.

She’s mine now. I’ll protect her from fuckers like me.

We ride off campus with her hands resting over my belt buckle. My cock begs me to take her right here on the side of the road.

When I pull up to the diner, I help her off the bike, and she starts to work on the helmet. I dismount and stand over her, realizing I’m almost a foot taller than her petite body. As she looks up at me, I can see the questions floating in her eyes. She’s dying to ask me how I know Rogue. I can practically read her mind. I help her with the helmet and take her hand in mine again. She follows along without question as I lead her to a table at the back, seating her so she’s facing the door before I slide in next to her. She starts to ask me something but stops when I drape my arm across her shoulders and pull her into my body. She’s so petite but fits perfectly against me.

“Allergies?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.

She doesn’t question me as I order a burger and milkshake for each of us. She waits patiently until the waitress leaves and I shift slightly before starting her questions.

“Why do you call Ley ‘Rogue’? How do you know her? Why are you here?”

I can’t help but chuckle at her rapid-fire questions.

“I knew Rogue,” I say, unable to bring myself to call her Ley or Ridley. I know now that Ridley is her real name and Angeline, the name she used in the military, was an alias. She was partially honest with me, but it still hurts that one of my closest friends lied to me. “We served together in the military.” Franclynn shivers slightly at my words. “I’m out now. I left a few years ago,” I add in case that’s what scares her. “I won’t be going back, but I help out my friends when they need it.” I can’t tell her more than that. Too much of what the Black Unit does is top secret, and you never get out of the unit once you are in. That’s what shocks me about Rogue not turning to us for help when she needed it.

“It’s not that. I just have a lot of bad memories of when Ley was in. She adopted me when she got out, but that’s how she found me.”

“You’re her daughter?” I pull back from her in surprise. This changes everything.

“Yeah, I guess. I was twelve when she adopted me.”

“How old are you now?” I’m slowly dying inside knowing I can’t be with her. She is my oldest friend’s child, but if she’s old enough… I’ll just have to take the beating from Rogue. Although, I probably could still take her.

“I’m eighteen.”

Her response is the reality I needed. I slowly stand up and look back at her. My body is demanding I take her with me, but I can’t. I won’t do this. I do still have some honor.

“Don’t get on strangers’ bikes. Don’t kiss men you don’t know. I don’t fuck jailbait, even when they look slutty,” I bark as I wave my hand up and down, indicating her body.

Tears glaze over her beautiful eyes, making them look like the ocean, and I turn my back before I pull her up and apologize. I drop a hundred-dollar bill at the hostess desk on my way out.

As soon as my ass hits my seat, I’m on the phone. “Three men, not all prospects, to my location now. Watch the girl andmake sure she doesn’t get on any of your bikes. I’ll arrange an Uber for her,” I instruct my VP, knowing he’ll do what I ask without question. “I left my leather back there too. Grab it, please.”

I head out after ensuring she has a ride. The further I get away from her, the worse I feel. I could have handled things so much better, but I knew if I stayed, I’d take her. I’d claim her and fuck up my relationship with Rogue.

I only have the team as my family. Some members of my crew have become like family to me, but I don’t have one myself. I can’t fuck that shit up again. I lost my real family because of my decisions, but I won’t do that again.

CHAPTER 2

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