Page 70 of Imperfection is Beauty

Knox relaxed but barely then asked, “Who’s your dad?”

“He’s the road captain of Soulless Outlaw’s MC. Grenade.”

Then, Knox’s body relaxed, “Know your dad. Didn’t know he had a daught…”

Fiona whipped around him and then asked, “Wait… are you the one who set her hair on fire because you thought it would be cool to light the bonfire with your hair hanging down on the side of her face?”

Scarlett didn’t say a word, she simply moved and then buried her face in my chest.

I wrapped her in my arms, and then smiled, then whispered in her hair, “You’re fucking adorable.”

And neither one of us saw them leave because the moment she lifted her head from my chest, neither one of us could stop ourselves. My hands were on her, grabbing her ass, lifting her up, and pressing her mouth to mine. Her hands were trailing over every inch of my skin she could touch.

Walking her to the wall, and kissing her lips, it was a wonder my muscles never protested, almost as if they were soothed because she was in my arms.

Thirty minutes later, I bit off a curse when my alarm went off telling me it was time to head home so I could rest up before the game.

Once I set her down on her feet, I made sure she was stable enough, she started snorting.

Shaking my head, I said, “Before I go, here,” I told her as I pulled out the paperwork from my back pocket I already had filed, “What’s this?”

“I cleared it with the administration. You take her everywhere. You suffer from PTSD. And I want you always protected. She can do that.”

I got a goodbye kiss all rolled up into a thank you kiss.

So, what if that made me over an hour late to my place?

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I had just placed my bags in my SUV to head to the tarmac to get on the plane when I looked up at the sound of a man’s voice.

“Your name Marcus DuPointe?” I looked at the man who was leaning up against a motorcycle.

I snorted, “Yeah. What fucking of it?”

He stood up then and walked closer to me, then when he was about twenty feet from me, he stopped, “You’ve been dating Scarlett.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at the man. I didn’t know who this fucker was, but no way in hell was I setting her up for a damn thing.

“Know Knox and Fiona. Know what she does. Know there’s only one reason you reached out to them.”

I nodded. Just nodded.

“Thank you. You ever need me, I’m there.”

“Still ain’t told me who the fuck you are,” I told him.

He smirked, “Name’s Grenade. But she told you my name when she told Knox that I know him and Fiona.”

And that one statement caused me to uncross my arms, and then I stepped forward and offered him my hand.

He looked down at it, then at me, and shook it. “Honor to meet you. Scarlett really is one of a kind.”

He dropped my hand, nodded, then turned and started walking away but not before he tossed over his shoulder, “Glad you recognize that, had you not, I’d hate to have to kill you.”

I took the threat for what it was, a promise.

Luckily, I wasn’t some scared pussy motherfucker.

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