Page 109 of Slayin Villain
Mine?
Kingpin stepped forward, his eyes sweeping the room like a storm front.“Before we get to business,” he said.“We got something to take care of.”
Villain walked up beside him, something folded in his hand.
I knew that leather.
I knew it like I knew the sound of his voice in the dark or the way he said my name when no one else was listening.
My breath caught.
He unfolded it slowly, holding it up for the room to see.
A black leather cut.
Stitched across the back was the new Bastard Sons MC patch.
And below it, in bold red thread:
PROPERTY OF VILLAIN
The room erupted.Applause.Whistles.A few cheers.Sweet Tea let out a holler loud enough to echo off the cinderblock walls.
I stood frozen.
Villain stepped down, the cut folded again now, reverent.
He came to me.
“Rachel,” he said, voice low, cracking just a bit.“You’ve been mine since the moment I saw you standing behind that nurse’s station at Silver Springs.You fought me with more fire in your eyes than I’d seen in years.”
A chuckle rolled through the room.
He took a shaky breath.“I fought it.I fucked up.More than once.But I know now what I should’ve known all along.”
He held up the cut.
“If you’ll have me, this is yours.”
I didn’t even hesitate.
I took it with trembling hands, pulling it on over my shoulders like it had been made for me, which, it had.
Sweet Tea and Jassica surged forward, flanking me like sisters.Cece gave me a nod from across the room, Memphis grinned, and Eve mouthed, finally.
I wasn’t just some club girl anymore.
I was his.
I was claimed.
Later that night, we celebrated on the back patio, bonfire crackling, music low.I couldn’t drink, not that I wanted to.I was too high on everything else.Villain kept a protective arm around me like he still couldn’t believe I hadn’t run again.
“I got something else for you,” he whispered, slipping a little box in my hand.
Inside was a delicate silver charm with a tiny V etched into the back, attached to a chain.
“For the baby,” he said, eyes glinting.
