Page 12 of Matrix

“If she fucks us over, it’s on you.” Reaper raises his hand, indicating he agrees with the rest of us.

“Then it’s settled. Move Daisy into your room right now. Talon, help him get her shit. Reaper, bring her upstairs. And Matrix?”

“Yeah?”

“She’s your responsibility twenty-four-seven. We can’t afford to fuck this up, so keep your dick in your pants. Meeting adjourned.” Scar slams the gavel.

“This is gonna be good.” Talon smirks.

“What is?” I ask as we head down the hall toward Daisy’s bedroom.

“Watching you two trying not to fuck.”

“What the hell are you talking about? I don’t want her. Never did.” My hands tingle like they’re going numb. I shake them slightly to stop the sensation.

“Right. I’d let her suck my—”

I slam Talon into the wall just outside her room. “Shut the fuck up. Help me get her stuff, and then fuck off.”

“Shit. Okay. Okay.” He holds up his hands. “Jesus, you’re touchy.”

“I’m tired.”

“Me too, bro. Your Fed bullshit woke me up from the best dream. Two chicks. Hot as fuck. They were …”

I stop listening as Talon launches into a detailed description of his dirty dream. I’ve had dreams like that too, and they seem to be getting worse. Only one woman ever appears in them. Daisy. She’s like a curse I can’t get rid of. I don’t want her. I really don’t. But those dreams keep tormenting me. I can’t count how many times I’ve woken up, covered in sweat, my dick twitching out my release as her tight, fantasy pussy continues to milk my cock. Sometimes it feels so real that I get confused. I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or if she’s really riding my dick. I don’t know why I have those dreams, but I wish they’d stop, especially now. She’s completely off-limits. Even if I wanted her, which I don’t, I couldn’t have her.

“Lift the mattress higher,” Talon says, interrupting my thoughts.

“I am.” I angle her twin bed through the doorway. We carry it to the far wall and drop it on the floor. “Grab some of her clothes. We can get the rest later. I’ll get sheets and shit.”

“Make her do it.”

“I should.” I laugh, but I just want this to be over so I can finally get some sleep.

Talon comes back with an armful of clothes. A pair of embroidered pink panties sits atop the heap.

“Of course you went into her underwear drawer.” I scowl, snatching the panties off the pile.

“If you’d prefer she wasn’t wearing any, then give them back. I’ll make sure they stay safe.”

“You’re such a fucking pervert.”

“You know it.” Talon’s grin threatens to split his face.

“Asshole,” I call as he leaves the room.

A second later, Reaper drags Daisy into my bedroom. “You belong to him now,” he says to her before addressing me. “She’s your problem, but if she becomes the club’s, then she’s mine. And you know what that means.”

“I know.”

He’ll kill her. Viciously. Reaper’s so loyal to the club that he’d do anything for it. Torture included. However, he’s never executed anyone who didn’t deserve it. I hope Daisy never compromises the club. If that happens, I’ll be forced to kill her. But if I can’t pull the trigger, Reaper won’t hesitate to do it.

After he leaves the room and closes the door behind him, Daisy stands perfectly still. We stare at each other for a full minute before I finally break the silence.

“We should get some sleep. When we get up, we’ve got a lot of work to do, starting with your hacking skills. You’re going to teach me everything you know. I want details on how you bypassed my code.”

“But—”

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