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His mouth snaps open, getting ready to defend himself, but I need to get through this, so I put my hand up to stop him. I ignore the pain that I feel by grinding my teeth. "At least that's what it felt like to me."

I sigh and look up, thinking about the beginning days of Marc's courting me. How I thought he was such a gentleman, and how he saw me as a grown woman and not the little girl the Chrome Creed men saw me as. How him not wanting to have sex with me was just another reason that he was someone I could trust.

"I met a man, Marc. He was charming, a gentleman, and a fucking badass when he needed to be. He was... well, he was you, Leo. He didn't look like you, nor did he sound like you, but that dominance, that power, just the whole king of the jungle aura was exactly what he had. I figured if you guys didn't want me and he did, it was a win. He spent months courting me, taking me out on dates. Then he started bringing me around to his jobs and some underground dealing, illegal shit that I knew he was into but didn't bother me. I knew you guys were into illegal shit, too. It's the norm in the game, and I understood that. Then when he found out that I couldn't pay my bills, he helped me and my mother when you guys didn't. I was completely loyal to him. I'd do whatever he asked me to do, and he knew it. When he startedtalking about your club, there was so much fucking hatred in my blood that it felt good to say how much of an asshole you guys were. How all you did was party and fuck club whores. When the questions started to get more specific, I didn't realize. Not until he told me to follow one of the strippers to a safe house and report back where it was. When he started asking what drops you all typically made, When the questions went from normal bashing to shit that could get you killed, I tried to get out. I tried to tell him that I wasn't going to do anything else for him. It was too late. He had his hooks into every level of my life, and if I went against him, he would make sure that it was a living hell. I've been trying this entire time, and as you can see, he's made good on his word. "

Leo leans forward in his seat and drops his head down so I can no longer see his eyes. He must be disappointed. There's no way that he's not. My brother gave up his life for this club, and the way I honor that memory is by going to one of the club's enemies and opening my fucking mouth. If Leo got up and walked out of this room right now, taking all his patch brothers with him, I'd understand. I'd prefer that to him going after Marc himself.

"You keep saying that we didn't want you. That we abandoned you. I guess from the outside, that must be what it felt like. We never abandoned you, Nisa. We could have done a better job of looking in on you and not just taking your mother on her word when she said everything was okay. We should have dug deeper. Still, you were never abandoned." His eyes peer into mine, and he holds my gaze. A cloud of emotion I've only seen a few times before crosses his eyes, "You say that I didn't allow you to be with the family or that you weren't allowed to be in the clubhouse, but it was never because we didn't want you. I'm the one that kept you from being in the club; me, not anyone else."

My eyelids flutter as I try to find a reason why, if not because he didn't want me there, would he keep me from being in the club? "That doesn't make sense. You're contradicting yourself. You can't say it's not because you didn't want me to be there and then say you purposefully kept me from being there. I don't understand."

He sits back in his seat as if he's trying to put as much space between him and I as possible. "I kept you from being in there because I knew that if you were in the clubhouse, or around me, or even just popped up every once in a while, I wouldn't be able to keep the promise I made to your brother. I swore to him that I would look out for you and your mother. I also swore that I wouldn't fuck you."

The vulgar word shoots off his tongue and lands right at my core. I clench my thighs tight, waiting for him to finish his statement.

"I knew that if you were around all the time or in my space, that I'd have claimed you, I'd have made you mine, and it's the one fucking thing he asked me not to do. I don't want to do that to him. I didn't want to do that shit to you." He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a deep breath.

"What do you mean do that to me? What would you be doing? " I ask quickly.

"Nisa, you know me. You know how I am. How I am with my women. That's with women I don't even really care about. Assholes and other scumbag clubs come and fuck with our sweet butts and I go absolutely mental. Can you fucking imagine what I would do if you belonged to me? " His eyes squint and even though I know I shouldn't, I find myself getting emotional.

"Now I hear that you went against my club. You gave away confidential information to someone else that they plan on using to come after my club. Everything I am is telling me that we should fucking put you out on the curb. Through all the shitwe've been through, you doing some shit like that never should have happened. But you should've never been in a position for it to happen in the first place." He shakes his head and wipes his hand down his face.

"It was never Hugh's decision to make. You realize that, right?" I ask him, and he looks at me again. "He had no right to ban you from being with me. You said it yourself, you're a crazy man with women that you barely care about. No one's ever seen you with someone you do care about. How could my brother know what you and I would be like? It wasn't his decision. It's mine." The thin tube going down my throat makes all the talking hard, but I need to get this out.

"What is your decision then?" His gruff voice makes me shiver.

I grab hold of the sheets on the bed and take in a deep breath. Time to be brave. "I'm yours, Leo. I've always been yours."

He closes his eyes and leans his head back for a second. I bite down on the inside of my mouth to stop a moan from leaking out when I watch his Adam's apple bob up and down while he pressed a hand against his growing erection. When he looks at me again, his gaze is steady and sure. "You may come to regret that decision, Nisa. But at this point, there's not much I'm going to let you do about it. "

My jaw drops and a million different questions go racing through my mind. When he gets up and walks to the door without saying anything else to me, I call out for him. He can't leave me on the edge like this. What does that mean?

"Leo!"

He turns and leans against the door, "Get some rest, Nisa, because when you wake up we're going to talk about who the fuck put their hands on my woman. You're mine now, and that means someone has to die."

CHAPTER 17

TELLING THE BOYS

Leo

Every muscle in my body is tense as I step out of the room and leave Nisa in there to think about what I've just told her. I'm positive that she's going to think that I'm only saying this because I want to get to the bottom of who's been trying to take my club down, but the truth of the matter is, I'm tired of pretending that I don't care for Nisa. I'm tired of pretending that I don't want to slam my cock inside of her and watch her struggle to take all of me.

If she wants to play around with the bad boys, then I'm the only one she's going to be having fun with.

I feel like a complete cad just thinking about all the ways I want to take Nisa. I made a promise to her brother, and that was the only thing that has stopped me from taking her before this time. I thought that I’d be able to uphold that promise for as long as I, this is Nisa we’re talking about. I have basically seen her grow from a teenager into a woman. I wasn’t prepared for her to want me as badly as I wanted her, and now that I know she does, I can’t stop myself.

I walk out of her room and lean my head against the door frame, closing my eyes and trying to calm myself down. I've never taken an old lady, the responsibility of it is consuming.

A set of light footsteps draws my attention and has me snapping my eyelids open.

“Prez, everything okay in there? Do I need to check on her?” Doc asks.

“Nah, she seems to be okay. We spoke for a while, but she's still in a lot of pain. She’s going to need a bit more rest.” I tell him.

“Oh, for sure. I’m not going to let up on the meds for at least another two days. Her body needs more time to recover. She’s been through a lot.” Doc says, shoving his hands into his pockets.

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