Page 30 of Rage's Heart

She wasn’t a Cherry. Club girls knew the score—knew their place.

But Mac… she wasn’t the kind of woman you fuck and forget. She was smart, educated. Sexy as fuck.

What the hell was she doing slumming it with me, anyway? I took another bite of my pizza, chasing it with a swig of beer as I thought about how Mac had hopped right on the back of my bike and then climbed into my bed like it was exactly where she wanted to be.

She had my head all fucked up.

My phone started vibrating across the counter, dragging me from my thoughts. Chief’s name flashed on the screen.

“Yeah?“ I answered, keeping my voice low. I didn’t want to wake Mac up yet. I wasn’t ready for whatever conversation was sure to come next.

“Need you at Rosie’s. Now.” Chief’s voice was tight.

My back went straight. “What’s going on?”

“Fucking Talons,” he growled. “Prospects spotted six of ’em tagging shit in town.”

Rosie’s was a bar on the edge of our territory. The owner paid us for protection, and in return, we made sure no one fucked with her or her customers.

“On my way.” I was already moving toward the bedroom to grab my cut and boots. “Killer already headed there?”

“Him and Reign are five minutes out. Hurry the fuck up.”

The line went dead.

Shit.

When I pushed open the bedroom door, Mac was sitting up in bed with the sheet pulled up to cover her chest. Her head came up, giving me a perfect view of her sleepy eyes.

“Hey,” she said timidly, her long blonde hair tumbling around her shoulders in giving her a freshly fucked look that made my cock hard as steel.

I jerked my chin up at her. It was a shitty move, but I was in unfamiliar territory and didn’t have a fucking clue how to navigate it.

Her eyes turned weary. “Everything okay?”

For a split second, I considered lying. Telling her it was none of her business and that I needed her to leave. But something in her eyes told me if I went down that road, she’d never give me the time of day again.

“Club business, baby” I answered gently as I grabbed my leather cut from the dresser where I’d tossed it earlier. “Gotta go handle something.”

She nodded slowly, eyes tracking my movements as I pulled on my boots. “I should go.”

I paused, part of me wanting her gone and the other revolting at the idea of her not being here when I got back. Jesus, she really had my head all fucked up.

Get it together, asshole.

Leveling her with a no bullshit look, I found myself saying, “Stay.”

She gnawed her lower lip, clearly debating if that was a good idea or not. Finally, she nodded again. “Be careful?”

Those two words hit me like a sledgehammer. When was the last time someone had genuinely worried about me coming home in one piece?

I didn’t deserve it, but I sure as fuck was going to take it.

Moving to the bed, I leaned down and pressed a hard kiss to her mouth. “Always am, baby. Go back to sleep. Make yourself at home.”

She grabbed my wrist as I pulled away. “Rage... what are we doing?”

My brows shot up. Fuck if I knew. I’d never done this before in my life. Women were great for a roll in the sheets, but asking one to stick around... I was in way over my fucking head.

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