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“He’s a jackass,” I mutter, looking away.

She grins. “Doesn’t mean he’s not fine.”

I can’t help the smile that stretches across his face.

“What did I tell you about talkin’ to her?”

We turn at the gravely male voice and see Western and Colt behind us. Western has his big arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes are on Bonnie. Even though he’s looking at her with anger, there is still a softness in his gaze. He cares about her. Everyone knows that. It isn’t unknown to anyone who lives in this town that she was the one who broke through the barrier when it came to him.

“Her name is Acacia,” Bonnie throws back at him, a slight smirk on her face, “and I’m talking to her because I can. She isn’t a prisoner. Right, babe?”

He gives her a look.

She blows him a kiss.

“Face looks tender,” Colt murmurs, but I know he’s not saying it in a concerned way.

No, he’s making sure I’m reminded of exactly what they’re capable of.

I shrug. “I’ve had worse. Actually, come to think of it, that was almost embarrassing. I think it would have been a lot stronger on your part if ya’ll had actually cut my fingers off.”

“You were going to cut her fingers off!” Bonnie gasps, her eyes wide. “I swear to God, Western ...”

“Has she got all her fingers?” Western grinds out.

I hold my hands up and wiggle my fingers at Bonnie with a huge grin on my face. Oh yes, these bikers are fun to tease.

“Then we don’t need to discuss any fuckin’ further about what might have gone down. You know the rule, Bonnie. Club business ain’t yours.”

Bonnie purses her lips, but she doesn’t argue further.

Loyal.

“Where’s Myla?”

“Did someone say my name?”

A beautiful, sassy looking woman walks up to the group, two beers in her hands, a huge smile on her face. Her light brown hair is tied up atop her head, with little strands falling down to frame her face, making her gorgeous green eyes pop. Stopping in front of the group, she thrusts a beer at Colt who gives her a look so hungry, it’s easy to figure out she’s with him.

“Oh, I wanted you to meet my new friend Acacia,” Bonnie says, giving Western a look as she takes my arm and turns me toward Myla.

“Well, I’ve heard a lot about you. I hear you’re good at making trouble. I think we’ll get along just fine.”

Myla gives me a devilish smile and hands me a beer. I take it with a laugh. “Nice to meet a fellow troublemaker.”

“She doesn’t leave the club,” Western tells Bonnie, but his eyes are on me.

“I thought I wasn’t a prisoner,” I throw at him.

“Until you give us everything we need, you’re whatever I say you are.”

I don’t get the chance to answer, because I see Mex striding toward us, a beautiful woman by his side. Of course he has a beautiful woman with him, he probably has numerous. When he stops in front of me, I give her a once over. She’s beautiful, but she’s also incredibly cheap. Up close, it’s clear to see she is high as a kite. No doubt she is going for the rounds with some bikers tonight.

“Mex,” Bonnie says, stepping up beside him, “you better start being nice to my friend Acacia here. I don’t like what I’m seeing so far.”

Mex gives her a look. “Don’t take orders from you, sweetheart, even if you are my favorite.”

“Hey,” Myla huffs as Colt takes her around the waist and pulls her close.

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