Page 29 of Maverick

She drove me absolutely crazy. One minute I wanted to throttle her and the next I wanted to sink so deep into her.

My heart wanted me to dive headfirst into this beautiful disaster of a woman. It screamed to not care about how much this could blow up in my face or how bad she could hurt me.

My head told me to walk this line carefully. Willow had the potential to completely destroy me. Not just my heart but my entire Brotherhood.

It was a fine line and was looking blurrier as each day passed. I was lost in this battle and only time would tell who would win the fight.

As we pulled up to the clubhouse, the party was going already. We could hear the music coming from inside and could see our brother’s pulling up on their bikes. Striker and I parked right up front and hopped off our motorcycles. I put my hand out to help Willow get down and take her helmet off. Striker and Lilah had already gone inside. I pulled Willow into me and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You look fucking hot, baby. Make sure you stay by me all night unless you want a fight. The boys are gonna be all over you tonight.”

She put her hand on my chest and ran her deep purple fingernails down until she reached my zipper. “Maybe that’s what I want,Maverick.”

I growled as I put my hand on the small of her back and headed inside. Once we got inside, all my brother's heads turned to look at Willow. I pulled her closer to me, trying to make it known that she was off-limits.

Goose came strolling over with Bambi under his arm, “Hey there, brother. What’s this?” He pointed to my arm around Willow with a smirk on his face.

“She’s with me tonight. Lilah helped get her ready.”

Wrench came over and kissed the top of Willow’s head. “Looking good, sis! If this big idiot gives you any trouble you come find me.”

Willow laughed as he pointed to me.

Bambi slipped out from under Goose’s arm and gave Willow a huge hug. “Girl, you look fucking amazing! Lilah did a damn good job! Come on, let’s go find that little minx and grab a drink!”

I leaned down and nipped Willow’s earlobe, “Be careful firecracker. If anybody messes with you just come get me.”

She just laughed as she looked up at me and then walked away with Bambi toward the bar.

Goose leaned up against the pool table, “Shit, man. Willow is a hottie. Trouble, but still fucking hot.”

“I know, brother. I fucking know. I’m in trouble with that one.”

Goose just laughed as he grabbed two pool sticks and set up. “Come on, Mav. Play a game with me and let the girls have some fun. Bambi and Lilah are right there and Willow certainly can take care of herself. Take a load off. Sorry about today.”

I shrugged as I grabbed the stick from his hand. “Fine. One game, G. And don’t worry about it. Tensions are high.”

Goose set up the pool table and took the first shot. He hit a few balls into the pockets until he missed one. I took my turn and was finally starting to relax when Striker came over. I looked over and could see an angry look on his face.

“What’s wrong, Striker?”

He took a big sip of his beer and nodded toward the bar. “Fucking Prospect.”

I looked over and saw that our newest Prospect, Zach, was all over Bambi. She was trying to get away, but he kept getting closer. “Fuck, man. He knows to stay away from the girls. Patched members only.”

Striker just nodded. “Bambi will put him in his place at least.”

We all laughed as she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back. She leaned down and whispered something in his ear then slammed his face on the bar top.

Goose whistled and put his pool stick down. “Fuck that was hot. I’ll be back, boys.”

Striker and I laughed as Goose made his way over and tossed Bambi over his shoulder. He slapped her ass and headed up the stairs to the bedrooms above the clubhouse.

Turning back to the pool table, I grabbed the pool stick and threw the other one toward him. “Let’s go, man. I need somebody to finish the game with.”

Striker just put the stick down and stared at the bar. “Looks like I need somebody to finish with instead. Better go get your woman.”

I turned around and saw Zach with his arms on either side of Willow, caging her against the bar. I growled and stalked over to them.

“YO! Get your hands off her, Prospect.”

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