Page 20 of Devil's Valentine

Tack’s loud laugh attracts attention and then all the brothers who were on the run with me and others who were already hanging out in the common room head our way. I groan, the sound filled with annoyance.

These guys are going to try and bust my balls. Not that I give a fuck, but the longer I stand here the more it feels like ants are crawling all over me. I need to see my woman.

It’s a damn good thing these guys are my brothers.

“Who’s Frenzy going to see?” I don’t even turn to see who is asking the question; it doesn’t matter.

“He’s been struck by Cupid’s arrow, brothers,” Hacker’s voice booms.

I look around and see surprise on the face of my brothers who hadn’t heard about my Sugar already from me. I’m a little surprised it hasn’t spread around the clubhouse already. These guys are bigger gossips than the Old Ladies.

“Yup,” I pop the p, not giving a single fuck.

I want them all to know Scarlett is claimed. That’ll mean that when I bring her around, they’ll leave her the fuck alone. Hopefully. Maybe.

Honestly, they’ll probably still flirt with her just to piss me off.

That’s fine, I can beat most of these guys in the ring.

“Frenzy found a lady?” Loot doesn’t even try to hide the surprise in his voice.

“Yeah,” Hacker fills in the details for him, “you know the bakery the Old Ladies wanted us to protect? He met the owner and fell in love with her.”

Loot lets out a low whistle before studying me closely. “Is that so?”

I cross my arms across my chest and stare him down. Then I do the same with the rest of my brothers. “That’s so.”

“You claiming her?” Raphael is normally pretty quiet, but I know one thing he’s never stood for is disrespect when it comes to women. Sure, he’ll let a brother make his own mess, when necessary, but he’ll also be first in line when someone’s treated a woman wrong.

“You better fucking believe I’m claiming her,” I tell him without a shred of hesitation. “I’ll be bringing it to the table soon. I’ll bring Scarlett by before then so she can meet all you assholes. She knows the Old Ladies already.”

“Just make sure you give her the lay of the land,” Raphael gives me a pointed look.

As if I’d bring her around without warning her. There’s no fucking way I’d allow her to be blindsided by this life. It’s not for everyone, but my girl is feisty and strong. The Old Ladies already love her.

She’ll fit in perfectly.

Except the club angels could try and make waves. They don’t seem to like it when one of the brothers finds their woman. Itseems they haven’t gotten it through their heads yet that the likelihood of a brother making an angel their Old Lady is slim to none.

I can’t say it’s never happened since Heather was an angel who was then claimed by three brothers. Their relationship isn’t the norm, even for bikers, but it works for them.

“Not to worry, I wouldn’t throw her to the lions for slaughter,” I assure him, and he gives me a nod. The conversation might be over, but I know he’ll keep an eye on me. And her. “Stop slowing me down,” I snarl. “I have a woman to go and see.” I wave my hand toward the brothers who were on the run with me. “I’ve already seen some of you fuckers for too many days in a row.”

When I head toward the clubhouse doors, no one stops me this time, but the laughter of my brothers and their taunts follow me. I can’t help but grin as I stride right to my bike, head out of the gate, and toward my woman.

“I’m coming, Sugar, and I’ve missed you.”

By the time I make it to her place, I’m exhausted from the run. It seems the closer I get to her, the more I just want to be wrapped up in her comfort. She answers the door with exhaustion written all over her face and dressed in comfy pajamas. I should feel bad that she was probably getting ready for bed or was already asleep, but I don’t.

I scoop her up in my arms and carry her back to her room after making sure the door is locked behind me. I bury my face in her hair and take a deep breath.

“I’ve missed you,” I murmur against her curls.

Her hands wrap around my neck, and she tips back enough to look up into my eyes. I can see the questions in her eyes and the wariness to let me in

“You need to get one thing straight in your head, Scarlett,” my voice is firm. “I might go out on runs. I might even go to another chapter’s clubhouse. But what I’ll never do is step out on you. You’re it for me.” Her lips part and her eyes go round. “I know it’s fast, but I don’t fucking care. You’re all I can think about, you’re all I want.”

She sighs and snuggles into my chest before whispering, “I missed you too, Dean.”

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