Page 24 of Gunner

“You know what she isn’t? She isn’t a club whore who asks too many questions. In fact, she’s off limits, Jane. That means to you, too. Don’t give the girl any shit,” Whip snaps at her. Jane doesn’t seem satisfied as she grabs my arm and yanks me away from him. She grabs my face roughly in her hands and demandsI tell her who the hell I am. Whip moves quickly to stop her when the door opens. Everyone’s attention seems to turn in that direction but mine. I’m too focused on Jane and what she’s about to do.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?” I hear Gunner’s voice as it booms through the room. A chill runs down my spine as I slowly turn my head to look at him. His eyes are on fire as he looks between the three of us. Whip shoves Jane back a few steps before turning back to me. He cups my face in his hand gently.

“You okay?” Before I get the chance to nod, Whip is being yanked away from me and Gunner is stepping up in his place.

“What happened? Why the fuck does he have his hands on you?”

“I was just checkin’ on her, Gunner.”

“With your hands all over her?” He growls as he keeps his eyes on mine. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

“Talk, baby girl.”

“She grabbed me. He was just making sure I was okay,” I tell him.

“Who grabbed you?” Now, I can feel the fire as it burns through him. Does he really care that much? I nod toward Jane as his head slowly turns to the side. He looks at her and then smirks.

“Kiki! Get the girls and handle this bitch,” he announces loudly. Everyone moves quickly as I try to take it all in. Kiki grabs Jane and smiles as she drags her toward the side door, a line of girls following her.

“What’s happening?” I ask. Gunner turns his gaze back to me and smiles.

“She doesn’t get to put her hands on you, baby girl.”

“Are they going to hurt her?”

“Oh, they’re gonna fuck her up for touchin’ you.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not? She has no right puttin’ her hands on you.”

“Gunner, please.”

“Club rules, baby girl. Nothin’ I can do. Now come here,” he orders me. He stands there offering me his hand, which I slip mine into. He pulls me closer to him, and then his hands are all over me, checking me.

“Where did she touch you?”

“She just grabbed my face. I’m fine, Gunner.”

“No, you’re not. She put her hands on you. That’s not acceptable.”

“She good?” Whip asks. Gunner’s eyes blaze as he turns to look at him.

“You’re next.”

“What the fuck did I do?”

“You’re tryin’ to get too close, Whip!”

“I was just checkin’ on her!”

“And now I’m gonna beat your ass,” Gunner tells him. My mouth hangs open, not sure what to say. Whip didn’t do anything wrong. He was just checking to make sure I was okay. I tug myarm away from Gunner, which causes him to pull his eyes back to me.

“You can’t beat everyone up.”

“Why not? Club rules.”

“What rules?” I ask, exasperated with all of this.

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