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“Well, well,” Xavier drawls, savoring my name like poison on his tongue. “The man of the hour. Tell me, Spike, how’d it feel? Putting my girl on display in front of my men? You fuck her like that just to survive, or because you missed the taste?”
Rage ignites behind my ribs. “You talk about her again, and I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.”
He chuckles, low and taunting. “There it is. The temper. No wonder she ran from you before. You can’t control yourself. Tell me, do you think she'll cry for you when I ram my cock down her throat? Will she beg for you when she's on her knees in front of me?”
I slam my fist against the table, the phone nearly cracking in my grip. “You so much as breathe her name again and I’ll end you. You hear me? Chrome Creed doesn’t scare easy, and you just made yourself my number one fucking priority.”
“Oh, I’m shaking,” Xavier mocks. “You think you’re the first man to threaten me? You’re just another dead biker waiting for a bullet. The only difference is, you’ll get to watch me take your woman apart first.”
My vision goes red. “You’ll never touch her. Never. You’re already buried, Xavier. I’m just the one who’s going to put the dirt over your face.”
There’s a long silence, then a laugh, calm, cold, confident. “We’ll see about that. Enjoy your little clubhouse reunion, Spike. Time’s running out.”
The line clicks dead.
I lower the phone, my pulse still roaring in my ears. The brothers are watching me, waiting. Jayne stares at me waiting for my reaction. I have to keep this from her. It won't do anything besides scare her even more than she already is.
Leo studies me, his expression unreadable. Finally, he says, “It’s about to get bad. He knows who we are now. He knows you’re tied to Jayne. You need to be ready.”
I nod, jaw locked. “I’ve been ready. Now he’s mine.”
Leo nods in return and I turn on my heels to go to where Jayne is sitting. I grab hold of her hand and pull her to her feet before I make a beeline to my bedroom.
A few seconds ago, we were all happy. Basking in the bliss that came after doing something good.
I knew that it wasn't going to be the last we heard of Xavier but I was hoping that we'd have more time.
Seems like time is the one thing that we don't have.
CHAPTER 25
THE CALM BEFORE
JAYNE
Spike doesn’t say a word as he drags me down the hall. His hand is rough around mine, his jaw clenched tight, his steps sharp and angry against the wood floor. The energy rolling off him is lethal, like he is one wrong word away from exploding.
I want to ask what Xavier said, but I bite it back. I know Spike well enough to see it in his eyes. Xavier got under his skin. Deep.
The door to his room slams behind us. For a moment we just stand there, the sound of muffled talking from the clubhouse fading into the background. Spike’s chest is heaving, his fists flexing open and shut at his sides.
“I hate that son of a bitch,” he mutters, voice ragged. “Hate the way he says your name. Like he’s got any right.”
I step closer, sliding my hands along his forearms until his fists loosen. “He’s a bully,” I whisper. “And bullies are nothing without fear. I won’t give him mine.”
His gaze finally drops to me, softer now, but still burning. “You shouldn’t have to be strong about this. That’s my job.”
“Spike…” I rise on my toes, brushing my lips against his jaw, tasting salt and whiskey. “You’ve always been my safe place. I’m not scared when I’m with you.”
Spike stiffens for a second as if he's unsure about what he wants to do but it only lasts a second. His hand curls into my hair and he kisses me like it is the only thing keeping him down to the earth. Hard. Desperate. Claiming. I melt into him, every inch of my body aching for him.
The world outside doesn’t matter when his mouth is on mine. Not Xavier. Not the danger. Nothing.
"I need you, need to feel you safe." he moans as he takes a big step forward pushing me toward the bed.
By the time he lays me down on the bed, I’m already out of my mind with need. It's always been like this with us. No matter what is going on in the world, when we are together it all melts away. His weight settles over me, heavy and grounding, and when his hands slide under my shirt I arch into him, craving more.
“God, Jaynie,” he groans, his lips tracing fire along my neck. “You drive me out of my fucking mind.”
