Page 3 of Liberate Us

My phone buzzed a moment later, forcing my eyes to the smallscreen.

Unknown number: It’s Sammy. Put a lock on your damn phone.

I drew in a sharp breath but did as I was told.

Me: You know, you really need to learn your manners and how tosay please. I don’t like being told what to do.

Sammy: I have manners when they’re warranted, Red. And yeah, Ibet your beautiful fucking ass that you do in fact like being told what to do.

I huffed, about to put my phone away when another text camethrough from him.

Sammy: I gave you my number because I’m sick of this shit. Youwant to fuck, text me and I’ll drop everything and be right over.

My body burned. Yes, God yes, I wanted that. I wanted all ofthat. I wanted to know what he felt like. I wanted to run my hands over everysingle hard line of him. I wanted to put a smile on his face and warmth in hiseyes. But most of all, I wanted him to make me scream his name.

Me: Playing nice finally, Sammy?

Sammy: Careful because trust me, you do not want to push me.

Me: Your idle threats are cute, Sam, but you don’t scare me.

Sammy: I don’t want to scare you. I want to break you instead.

I read his words over and over before responding.

Me: What’ll happen if I push you?

As I sent the text, I stepped into Rouge. When I reached themain area that was an open space with tables surrounding a large stage, myphone buzzed again.

Sammy: Keep pushing, Red, and see what happens.

I rolled my eyes.

Sammy: Don’t roll your eyes at me, pet.

My back stiffened. My head snapped up, finding dark eyes staringdirectly back at me. Sammy was sitting in a booth to my left. From where Istood, he was the only one I could see. He sipped at his beer, keeping his gazelocked with mine.

He watched me like he could see right through me, and I wasn’tsure how I felt about that. I felt naked every time I was around him, whichwasn’t very often. He was always with his crew. The Hell’s Harlem MotorcycleClub. My late husband was a member of the same club but in a different chapterin another state. It seemed I couldn’t get away from them, even if I tried.

Clearly, I had a type.

Arms suddenly wrapped around my middle.

I stiffened.

Sammy’s eyes darkened, that scowl deepening on his face. BeforeI knew what he was doing, he was up and out of his seat and stomping toward me.

Amber

I wasn’t overly surewhy I was surprised thatSammy reacted the way he did when another man touched me, but I was. Especiallywhen Sammy pushed the guy away from me before I could even see who it was. Notthat I needed to because no matter where I went and who I was with, a certainindividual always showed up and I didn’t need to actually see his face to knowwho it was.

But beforeI could stop him, Sammy had Will Hodges up against the wall. Will apparentlythought it was funny and laughed.

“Somethingfunny, fucker?” Sammy growled, pushing his forearm into Will’s jugular.

“Yeah,”Will grit out through clenched teeth. “Just think it’s funny that you thinkshe’s actually worth it.”

I glared athim. As much as I didn’t actually want to stop Sammy, I went up to them andgrabbed Sammy’s arm. “Stop.”

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