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“Poker, help me!” she screams.
I glance over my shoulder to see him standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a grin on his face. “I’m good.”
“Somebody, hel?—”
Dropping her head, I stomp a foot into her chest, grinning sadistically when she writhes in pain. Then I yank her up by her hair again and drag her to the door. As soon as I have her outside, I let go, enjoying the thud of her thick skull on the pavement.
I turn around and storm back into the common room, and Poker is standing just inside the threshold. “Feel better?” he asks with a smirk.
“Told you I could take care of myself,” I snap.
And then I promptly pass the fuck out.
CHAPTER17
POKER
There is nothing on Earth that could stop me from keeping her.
Toldyou I could take care of myself.
Meri’s words echo in my mind as I lie here staring at the ceiling. The first hint of daylight streams through my window, casting a glow in the room. After she passed out last night, I carried her to my room and had Jackyl check her over to make sure she was okay. He assured me that she’d be fine once she got some rest, so I’ve been watching over her ever since.
When Kitty came up to me at the party, I was worried that Meri would mistake her advances for something I wanted, but my little hellcat surprised the fuck out of me.
And turned me on.
Meri stirs beside me, pulling me from the memory of the beat down she gave. She looks so good in my bed, sprawled out under my sheets, and it takes an unnatural amount of willpower not to ease my way inside of her body and wake her up with my dick.
“I’m never drinking again,” she says, her tone groggy, as she moves her arm to cover her still closed eyes.
I chuckle. “That’s what they all say.”
Slowly, she lowers her arm and cracks open one eye. “Am… Where am I?”
“You don’t remember?”
Oh, this is too good.
Meri shakes her head and winces. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you died and went to Heaven.”
Now both eyes are open, and she’s squinting at me. “Makes sense.”
Huffing out a laugh, I slip an arm beneath her and pull her against my side. “How does that make sense?”
“Because that’s the only scenario I can think of where I’d feel this shitty while I’m with you.”
“Am I death or Heaven?”
She playfully smacks my chest. “Heaven, of course.”
“And how does beating Kitty and dragging her out of the clubhouse by her hair factor in?” I ask, humor lacing my words.
“Oh, God, that really happened?”
“Yep.”
