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“Soon. I get those vibes from you, Holly. We’re connected now.”

I watched out the window as Bear swung a leg over his bike and rode away. Everything that happened the night before came tumbling back into my mind. I felt so alone in the house and I missed my parents even more. I sat back down on the couch, touching the cushion, and could still feel the warmth from our bodies. Burying my face in my hands, I began to cry but then heard the thundering sound of another motorcycle.

I jumped as Duncan stormed into the house, bashing the front door against the wall.

His eyes were full of anger. “Was that Hellion here all fucking night with you?”

“Yes! He slept right here on this fucking couch with me!” I barked back, standing from the couch.

Duncan grabbed me by the arms. “Stay home and don’t go to the store until I tell you. I don’t want you getting mixed up in this club life. It’s bad. Girls like you don’t last. They either get knocked up, hooked on drugs, pimped out, raped, or end up fucking dead. That Hellion is an outlaw. Like me. And the shit that’s going down with these Cutthroats can blowback on you, on Mom and Pops.”

I pulled away from him and snapped, “Well it’s a bit too late now, don’t you think? I was raped right there on the store counter! I know Bear is an outlaw and a bad man, but he’s only been kind and gentle to me. We have a connection that I can’t explain.”

“You and him can’t happen—not while I’m around!”

“Fuck you! Bear was there, and he saved me last night and he protected me. And after what happened to me last night, I need him. I don’t need you. Bear is mine for as long as I say he is, big brother.”

Duncan clenched his jaw, and I jumped when he punched the wall, busting a hole right through it. He turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter 6

Bear

WakinguptoHolly’ssoft little body next to mine was something I could get used to. And when she sat up and I got an eyeful of her nice, perky tits, my hard dick strained against my jeans.

All I could think about was doing dirty things to her sexy mouth and curvy body as I rode away from her house that morning. But after what happened to her the night before, she wouldn’t want a man like me touching her the way I wanted to. She was pure and clean, not like the club whores I knew.

I twisted the throttle and hauled ass back to the clubhouse to meet back up with Cain and Rex. They’d been up all night with Mace and a Berzerker prospect cleaning up the mess of the two dead Cutthroats at the store.

When I sat at the table, I rolled a joint, lit it, and passed it to Cain. He took a long hit and snorted a few times, exhaling the sweet smoke. “You did a good thing last night killing those filthy Cutthroats and saving Diezel’s sister.”

I shrugged. “I enjoyed it; ready to do it again.”

Rex chuckled as Cain passed the joint to him. “It took Mace and his VP to settle Diezel down though. He wanted you dead when he saw his sister on the back of your bike last night.”

“This can cause big problems for our club’s plan to patch over to the Berzerkers. If you get close to Holly, Diezel won’t let that fly. It just can’t happen, brother. Are you good with that?” Cain asked.

Patching over with the Berzerkers would help strengthen our numbers and gain the higher hand in ruling over Petersburg, destroying the Cutthroats and taking over their territory. I couldn’t explain it to anyone, not even to Holly, but we were connected. I would kill and die for my club, and I would kill and die for her too.

“Yeah, Prez. I’m good.”

“Good. We’re waiting on Diezel to get back to us in three days.”

I left the clubhouse and rode home to a single-wide on the third block in a shithole trailer park. I took a long shower and jerked off, remembering the nice soft feel of Holly’s body next to mine. I dried off and wrapped a towel around my waist when I heard the sound of someone banging on the front door. I pulled out my revolver from my rags and moved aside the window to see Holly standing there, one hand on her hip.

I lowered the gun and opened the door. Her eyes went wide as I pulled her inside, slamming the door shut. “Who fucking told you where I lived?” I snapped at her.

She stepped back, as her mouth hung open. “My friend Crystal gave me a lift back to the store to get my purse and my car. Mace was there, and he told me.”

I snapped my fingers. “Just like that, huh? Mace wouldn’t do that.”

Her hands came to her hips. “I asked him nicely.”

“Oh, I’m sure you did.” I turned, putting the gun back in the side pocket of my rags hanging from the kitchen chair. “And it was a dumb idea. Why are you here?”

She folded her arms in front of her. “I just needed to see you.”

There was no way I could deny the pull she had on me. I stepped to her, lifted her chin, and saw the tears. “Holly, this is dangerous.”

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