Page 40 of Romeo

“You thought your win was a sure thing. ThatIwas a sure thing. You’re mad because I’m not.”

He couldn’t argue that point because it was true, but her gloating was pissing him off even more. “You’re gettin’ back at me ‘cause you think I used you that night.” That had to be it.

“Well, didn’t you?”

“Didn’t you?” he countered.

“Can we both admit we used each other? I can admit it. But isn’t using women your M.O.? Don’t pretend like it’s not.”

His head jerked back. “Love sex. Need women to have sex.” He might not’ve done great in high school biology, but he knew that fucking much.

“Not really.” She smirked and pumped her fist in a jerk-offmotion.

If he wasn’t so damn pissed right now, he’d think that was funny. But he was, and it wasn’t. “Ain’t the same.”

“Because when you’re done, your hand’s still attached? Unlike all the women you like to pull a dip and dash.”

Dip and dash?

Why the fuck was he bothering with her? He didn’t need this shit.

He had plenty of women at his fingertips. None that took work to get naked and into his bed.

And even though she wouldn’t admit it, he had no fucking doubt she plotted with LZ to fuck with him.

If Romeo was still the Knights’ president when LZ took over at the head of the Angels’ table, the alliance might be at risk. He wasn’t sure he could be an ally to a cocky kid.

Especially, not after this shit with Maddie.

She wasn’t DAMC property. She wasn’t LZ’s, either. The kid needed to mind his own fucking business and stay out of Romeo’s.

“You mean the same way you dashed from my RV that night?”

“It was morning,” she corrected.

Jesus.“Middle of the fuckin’ night.”

“Aww, Rome. Did you want to cuddle afterward?”

He didn’t give a fuck about cuddling. Maybe pussy-boy LZ liked that kind of shit. What he had really wanted at the time was to fuck her again. When she wasn’t dealing with the discomfort of losing her virginity to a man with a big fucking dick.

He’d been careful the first time. He hadn’t planned on being so careful the second. But he wasn’t the one who “dipped and dashed” that night.

It was her.

And that never fucking happened to him. If anything, hehad a hard time kicking some clingers out of his bed. Especially the ones with the hopes of becoming his ol’ lady.

Maddie had snuck away the second he closed his eyes and drifted off. It was almost as if she had taken a page out of his playbook. “Yeah, you owe me a cuddle.”

“I gave you my virginity. That wasn’t enough?”

Fuck no, it hadn’t been enough. And he didn’t give a fuck about her virginity. He usually avoided inexperienced women.

He’d been into Maddie, not her sexual status.

Shewas why he came to The Iron Horse tonight. It had taken him a while to push her out of his mind, for the memory to fade, after that weekend five years ago. But running into her at Bangin’ Burgers returned that memory front and center into his brain.

He didn’t like that.

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