Page 6 of Legacy

Jesse King is apain in the ass.

A very tall, very muscular, ridiculously hot, and not-very-charming pain in the ass.

Lucky for me, my life has been plagued with the presence of difficult men, so I’m not scared of a challenge.

He circles back into the clubhouse, stopping in front of me. I tip my chin, refusing to let his scowl get under my skin. His gaze might notch the temperature up in the room, but I don’t let him see it because I doubt his ego needs the fuel.

We hold the standoff.

Him—annoyed.

Me—pretending I can handle what’s going on here.

When Great-Aunt Margaret said she was a nanny for a biker, I didn’t picturethis. I envisioned a single dad who rode a motorcycle on the weekends with his friends.It wasn’t until I was waved through the gates of the compound that I realized this is more than recreational.

Judging by the madness around me, it’s a lifestyle. One I don’t fit into. There’s a couple fucking in the hallway while everyone is unfazed and drinking like it’s the end of the world.

What have I gotten myself into by coming here?

My life is uneventful at best. I’ve spent the past year working as a secretary at an elementary school with very little excitement. The Twisted Kings clubhouse is the opposite of everything I’m used to.

Indulgence.

Debauchery.

Disorder.

And I get the impression Jesse sees straight through it. Like he senses the razor edge I’m walking, trying not to stand out among them as he stares me down in a challenge.

I pull my shoulders back and remind myself that I’m here for Margaret. Jesse’s seductively malicious gaze might be distracting, but it won’t scare me away. Even when a girl drops to her knees across the room and gets to work, I refuse to break eye contact.

“Can I help you with something?” I glare at Jesse when he’s been staring silently for so long that he’s boring a hole through my patience.

Luna chuckles at my right, clinging to the arm of her very tall, tattooed biker boyfriend. She was always more comfortable in scenes like this in high school, so it makes sense that she seems to fit in here.

“I’m takingyou to the airport.” Jesse’s voice is nearly as intoxicating as his attention.

“There aren’t any more flights tonight, so I don’t think you are.” I angle my chin up farther, refusing to back down.

“Well, you’re not staying here.”

“Who says you get to make that decision for me?” I cross my arms over my chest and try to seem unaffected.

From the corner of my eye, I spot one of Legacy’s biker friends chuckling as he takes a sip of his beer. He’s the same friend who offered me a ride home. And every time he looks at me, Jesse’s jaw ticks in irritation.

Jesse might not like me being here, but he’s clearly protective of Margaret with how angry he is at his friend checking me out. What I don’t understand is why he’s so resistant to my help if he trusts her so much.

“Fine.” After a long, silent standoff, Jesse finally breaks my gaze. “Let’s go.”

He grabs my suitcase and storms toward the hallway, not waiting to see if I’m following. I’m tempted to stay put just to piss him off more, but without him blocking me from the rest of the room, it’s suddenly overwhelming.

I shrug my purse over my shoulder, hurrying after him. “Where are you taking me? I already told you there aren’t any more flights tonight. And even if there were, I’m not getting on one. Margaret asked for my help, and she wouldn’t have done that unless—”

“Do you always talk this much?” He glares.

“Are you always so much of an asshole to people you don’t know?” I shoot back,irritated.

Jesse grumbles, not answering.

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