Page 171 of Romeo

“You didn’t answer.”

She unclipped her seatbelt and turned in her seat to face him. “Neither did you.”

“Told you that I want you to wear my cut.”

At the time she only thought it was a knee-jerk reaction and when the reality hit, he’d change his mind. “Did you get their approval?”

If he did, she’d believe he was actually serious.

“Once I agreed to their terms.”

Her eyebrows pinched together. “Terms? What terms?”

“That I ain’t gonna dip my dick into any other female.”

She lifted a palm. “Hold on… You only agreed to that because they demanded it?”

“That’s the thing…”

Three heartbeats later she prodded, “What? Spit it out.”

Why did it look like what he was about to say would be painful?

“Haven’t been with anyone else since I spotted you at Bangin’ Burgers.”

Chapter Forty-One

Haven’t beenwith anyone else since I spotted you at Bangin’ Burgers.

“What?” she whispered. How could that be? “Why? Was your dick broken?”

He scowled. “That a fuckin’ joke?”

“I only want the truth, Rome, so I can make a good decision about where we go from here.” If anywhere.

“Just so you know, they made that decision for you.”

“That’s what they think, but they don’t rule my life. I won’t have some man forced upon me. They don’t get to vote on who I spend the rest of my life with. Or even who I sleep with.”

“So, you don’t wanna be with me,” he posed that as a fact and not a question. Unfortunately, his expression gave nothing away.

“I didn’t say that. What I said isn’t only about you.”

“I’m the only fuckin’ one in this goddamn cage, woman.” He jabbed his finger toward the floorboards. “I’m the one sittin’ in this seat. I’m the one who had to faceyour Fury family. I’m the one givin’ up my free—” He swallowed the last part of the word, and his face pinched like he swallowed something sour.

“Were you about to say freedom?”

He sneered, “That was some goddamn bullshit.”

She blinked in confusion. “What was?”

“Goin’ in front of that fuckin’ firin’ squad.”

“Like the Knights don’t do the same shit.”

“Not even fuckin’ close. If one of my brother’s wants some woman to wear his cut, more fuckin’ power to him. He wants to give up his freedom for some pussy, then…” He grimaced.

There was that freedom word again. Did he consider being loyal to one woman as restrictive as prison, where he truly lost his freedom? “Go on. You weren’t done. Finish.”

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