Page 58 of Liberate Us (Next Generation 8)

“I don’t like the way you look at her,” I told him, stepping close to him until we were toe to toe and nose to nose.

“You going to kiss me, Sammy?” he bit out through clenched teeth.

As soon as the door to the office opened, I knew. “Amber, get over here,” I demanded, knowing that we were no longer alone.

“Your president isn’t going to like this,” Tiny told me.

“Yeah, you see, that’s where you’re wrong.” When I felt Amber come up beside me, I continued. “I’ll tell him everything that happened here. Amber was trying to be polite, come see some old friends and also ask for your help when it came to this Will fucker. Clearly, none of you like him either, so why wouldn’t you just offer to help her like she asked?”

“It’s none of our business,” Tiny said, his eyes flicking over my head.

“Look at me.” I moved my head in his line of sight. “Not them.”

His dark eyes met mine once again. “What do you want?”

“I want you to help Amber. I want you to find out what Will wants. Exactly what he wants. None of this assumption bullshit. I also want you to continue keeping her mother safe. I don’t give a shit who you know. I know people too. If there’s a single hair out of place on Amber’s mother’s head, I will make it a personal mission to gut you where you sleep. You’ll bleed out as you watch me kill your family and every single person you care about.”

“No harm will ever come to Amber’s mother,” Tiny grit out. “But if you don’t get your hands off of me, I will head to your little clubhouse.”

“Do it.” I chuckled. “I dare you. Greyson may be retired but he’s still nasty as fuck. I also know for a fact that you met his son. Greyson’s a pussycat compared to Jaron.” I patted Tiny’s cheek. “It was good seeing you again, Tiny.”

I turned, ignored the stares of the guys surrounding Amber, and went up to her. Before she knew what I was doing, hell...before I even knew what I was doing, I crushed my mouth to hers and kissed her in front of her late husband’s crew.

Again.

Amber

I didn’t take Sammy’skisses for granted, so when he kissed me in front of the crew my late husband belonged to, it made me fall for him even more. The fact that he didn’t care and was willing to let anyone and everyone know how he felt, even without saying the words, meant something to me I would forever be thankful for.

Whatever it was that we were doing, didn’t have a label on it, but I knew that he was the only one I wanted to do it with.

Sammy slipped his tongue between my lips, pulling a moan from the back of my throat. He circled an arm around me, cupped my ass, and pulled me even closer toward him.

Before the kiss could turn into more, he nipped my bottom lip, lifted his head, and gave me a wink.

“That was uncalled for,” Tiny growled from his spot behind the desk.

“You know you would have done the same thing,” was all Sammy said back.

I shook myself, not liking all of the eyes suddenly on me. “Let’s go.” I grabbed Sammy’s hand, leading him out of the office and to the back of the club. “You know he’s right,” I said, once we were finally outside. We walked around the building to where my car was sitting at the front.

“Don’t care, babe. I don’t like how these fuckers think you still belong to Aaron. The bastard is dead and gone and...”

“What?” I asked when Sammy’s voice trailed off.

“Forget it.”

“No.” I stopped, spinning on him. “You’ve never not said exactly what’s on your mind before, so tell me, Sammy. What were you going to say?”

Sammy’s brows narrowed. “He still has control over you.”

I flinched, looking away.

Sammy started walking, keeping me at his side until we reached my car.

“Where are you staying?” I asked, pulling my keys from my bag.

“A hotel downtown.” He slipped into the passenger seat as I opened the driver’s side door.

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