Page 49 of Romeo

He fucking liked it.

More than he probably should.

Tonight, she was dressed like the girl-next-door. Worn denim hugged those rounded hips and her jeans were short enough to show her ankles. Some sort of slip-on sneakers or shoes covered her feet, a T-shirt advertising Mansfield University snuggly fit across the tits he wanted to bury his face between and a black baseball cap with a big red M embroidered on it covered her head. Her hair—whatever the fucking color was now—was pulled into a ponytail and stuck out of the back of the hat.

If she wore any makeup, it wasn’t much.

She wasn’t dressed to impress but for comfort. Despite that, she was still hot as fuck to him.

Short shorts and miniskirts where a woman’s ass cheeks were hanging out had its place… On a sweet butt. Not Maddie. He would’ve lost his fucking mind if she walked into Dick’s dressed like a club whore.

He pinched his nose, closed his eyes, and shook his head at his reaction to that thought. Why did it make his fucking blood pressure rise? Why should he care how she dressed? She didn’t belong to him. She wasn’t his ol’ lady or even one of his regulars. She was only a woman wanting some dick tonight.

Dick he was more than willing to provide.

When he opened his eyes, Maddie had disappeared. Someone had blocked both her path and his view.

That someone wore a Knights’ cut.

Fuckin’ Slick.

Just like Romeo, Slick got his name for good reason.

Sucking on his teeth again, he went to run interference. And make it clear Maddie was here for him.

Nobody else.

Not BamBam. Not Slick. Not any of his brothers.

When he got to them, he “accidentally” bumped into Slick hard enough to dislodge the hand holding her chin and tipping up her face.

From Maddie’s expression, it seemed as if she wasn’t buying any of the bullshit spewing from his lips.

Good.Because Slick was skilled at sweet-talking women into his bed.

He was almost as good as Romeo.

Almost.

But Romeo was about to cock-block him.

When he immediately grabbed her hand and tugged her to his side to claim her, Maddie looked relieved to see him.

“She’s with me,” he growled at Slick. Without waiting for a response from his brother, he next ordered Maddie to, “Let’s go.”

“Damn, brother…” he heard behind him.

Luckily, she followed without resisting or complaining in front of Slick. Once they were far enough away, she asked, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere private.” After releasing her hand, he curled his around the back of her neck to steer her toward Dick’s kitchen. He escorted her through the swinging door, ignoring the stares from the two kitchen employees, and kept her moving.

Once they were outside, she repeated her question. “Where are we going, Rome?”

“My place.”

Halfway between the bar and his crib, she slammed to a stop. “You livethere?”

“Where the fuck d’you think I live? In a fuckin’ tent?”

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