Page 102 of A Love Like Venom

“Where to? Church? You just said that’s only members allowed.”

Pulling me closer by the hips I’m now flush to his front. My cheeks immediately redden in response.

God, he really is all muscle.

An amused smile graces his lips. I can’t believe I almost forgot how charming he can be.

“Church is held at the compound. I won’t be long. You can wait for me there and have a chance to meet the Old Ladies.”

I already know the Old Ladies will be drastically different compared to the ones at The Crowned Devils MC. The ones here are Old Ladies unwillingly. Treated like nothing more than property. Used and abused.

Much like myself so now it seems.

Razor after all did claim me. In front of all his brothers, too.

“Hey, why the sudden frown? What’s going on?”

Not wanting to lie to him but now wanting to look him in the eye I reply, “You said meet the Old Ladies and it reminded me that I’m one. I’m an Old Lady.”

His hands move from my hips to frame my face. Staring at me with a burning intensity he vehemently tells me, “You’re not an Old Lady. You are not Razor’s Old Lady, you hear me? You don’t belong to him. You aren’t his and you never will be.”

It’s hard to not believe in him when there is so much conviction in his voice.

And I know what he is saying is the truth. I’m not Razor’s. I have even said it to his face but that doesn’t stop him from thinking that I am his.

A man like Razor will do anything to prove his point.

He’s already done far too much by branding me and then sexually assaulting me.

There is no length he won’t go until he has me bowed at his feet.

But I am not that kind of woman.

I bow to no one.

I am not weak.

With Reed Carter back by my side I feel stronger than ever.

“I know. I just hate the fact that he thinks I’m his. That he can claim me and think he can own me,” I say with disgust.

“He doesn’t. Trust me when I say this Alice, I will protect you from him. He will never hurt you again. Old Lady or not he’s coming no where near you,” he promises me.

Swallowing I then reply, “I believe you.”

“Good. Now do you want to come back with me or stay here?” He gives me the option.

I pretend to mull it over before I finally tell him, “I’ll go with you. I have to change first but I’ll be quick.”

He presses a quick kiss to my forehead and then releases me. “I’ll be by my bike.”

Feeling excited and a bit nervous I wait until Reed leaves the trailer to begin changing.

Right beside the couch that also serves as my bed is an oversized dresser. Inside it holds all my clothes including undergarments.

We only have a two-bedroom trailer and neither of them belong to me. I have been sleeping on this couch since I have been seven. With a lack of a clothes I learned really quick the types of clothes you can wear that can make multiple outfits.

I really only have three pairs of jeans that are perfect for the winter. A couple of long-sleeved shirts. A few athletic shorts followed by some tank tops. Three pairs of denim shorts followed by some nice shirts. Oversized shirts for sleeping andtwo weeks worth of bras and panties. It’s the perfect amount for washing and drying.

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