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Releasing a sigh, I delete the previous words, and type out a new message to show her.Stay here for the weekend and I’ll tag along with you and stick to the background to keep you safe until the threat is gone.

“Like my own personal bodyguard until you guys have solved the issue,” she clarifies and I nod.

She purses her lips. “I will agree on one condition.”

I raise my chin to let her give me her condition.

I’m completely stunned when she says, “No hiding in the background. If you keep saying I’m your old lady, then I won’t have you hiding in the shadows.”

My throat is raw with emotions as I shove my hand in her direction. Her fingers glide over my palm, heating my skin and making sparks of electricity shoot through me when we shake on it.

“Then we have a deal,” she sweetly states, giving me the feeling she’s up to something.

CHAPTER FIVE

– KENZ –

This is bad. Really bad. Correction: this feels bad. I feel bad. Ugh. I was going to completely ditch the man when my brothers show up tomorrow morning. Was, because how can I when he suddenly seems utterly perfect? A definite red flag because the perfect man doesn’t exist in real life. Fiction? Yeah, book boyfriends are a thing. I have many.

Falcon? He might just be a few of those rolled into one and the reason why I shot the “mine” message back when Kenz messaged me his picture. Chatting with him through messages was intriguing and fun. Getting rid of a dead body was…also intriguing, less fun, but we worked flawlessly side-by-side.

Then his annoying brother teams up with him and boom, I’m locked in and have to stay put. Finding out shit like the locks on his basement door, his cooking skills, and how he seemingly cares for me? It feels too good to be true.

It’s why I accepted his deal. Something along the lines of an arranged marriage biker style. The way he gave me free passage as his old lady? As if he knows freedom means everything to me. Ugh. He completely undid me when he said he’ll stick to the shadows, and it’s why I demanded he didn’t.

I pull the soft blanket up to my chin and snuggle into the pillow, allowing me to be enveloped by his scent. Groaning, I turn and squeeze my eyes shut. I can hear the shower running and it’s distracting. Especially when my mind jumps to the fact Falcon is in there right now, naked and wet.

Angry at myself for fantasizing about a man who almost gave me an orgasm but just as abruptly ended our moment, I huff and turn around to try and get comfortable enough to doze off. I would probably be better if I’m sleeping before Falcon comes back.

The man has me twisted in knots, wishing things were different, and still, I can’t tie myself to someone who will end up smothering me. My throat clogs up and my eyes sting. Why the hell all of this is affecting me so much is also bugging the shit out of me.

Dammit, maybe my hormones are off-balance with all these feelings hitting me. Talk about overthinking…shit. Thinking is what I should do because I now remember I don’t have my birth control pills. Great. No sex it is. Not that Falcon was gonna see shit through based on our first encounter.

The look on his face was weird, though. As if it pained him to stop. For a split second my mind jumps to the possibility of inexperience. No. I snicker at my mental ramblings. The man is pure hotness and lives at a clubhouse where whores are a way to pass the time.

Although, the kiss was sloppy. Not to mention, there were locks on the outside of his door to keep him inside. Who the hell would do that? Rainer. His father. I’ve heard some details about this MC from Livi. She quit her job for the president of Wisely Dicey…Falcon’s brother. With me being her bestie, and cousin, she shared stories knowing I’d never tell them to anyone.

Some people really have a fucked-up family. Shit. So does Livi with her grandfather kidnapping a baby, her mother, and Livi finding out decades later her family isn’t who they think they are and…fuck…here I’m complaining about mine and having relationship issues because of it.

I’m not in a relationship. Then again…I struck a deal with Falcon to accept his claim and am officially his old lady.

My head hurts.

Taking a deep breath, I try to clear my mind and finally drift off to sleep.

Slowly I wake from a delicious dream. I keep my eyes closed and think about what day it is, realizing it’s Saturday, my day off. I snuggle deeper under the covers and inhale, letting my lungs fill with the scent of pine, spice, wood, leather…outdoorsy and all man. Definitely not my bed.

My eyes fly open and I have to blink twice to take in the visual in front of me. “Dude, do you always sharpen your knives while watching a woman sleep? Talk about creepy, dark, and twisted shit.”

He slowly shakes his head. Man, the no talking is frustrating at times. Though, he made this scratchy sound that came out as a “no” last night. Just the memory of hearing him voice a two-letter word makes me shiver.

“Would it be a no to sharpening your knives while watching people sleep? Or no to watching women sleep? I mean, you could sharpen your knife next to a sleeping man you intend to kill,” I grumble.

The corner of his mouth twitches and he shakes his head again.

I snort. “Thanks for making me feel special.”

My breath catches when he gives me a stunning, all teeth smile. Holy fuck, talk about really making a girl feel special.

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