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Half the club makes to tackle the guy, even though he’s already on the ground, and get the gun away, while the rest run to Izzy to make sure she’s okay. Me? I go to the idiot who decided to run the guy over.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I scream as I pull the door open and make a move to grab her uninjured arm as I pull her out of the car. She isn’t even wearing a fucking seat belt.

“What? I didn’t get blood anywhere.”

I blink a few times, just to make sure I heard her right. “Are you fucking serious right now?”

“Well, that was what the guy was worried about, right? Chains or something? I made sure to hit him at an angle so it wouldn’t even dent the car.”

“How the fuck do you even know that?” I shake my head. “Wait, I don’t want to know. Fucking hell, Kitten, what am I going to do with you?”

“Spank my ass, pull my hair, and call me your good little slut?”

Dead silence. The entire club’s listening, and her words have them stunned silent. Including me.

“Ah… I guess I used my outside voice on that part.” She huffs out a laugh as she glances around before looking back at me as I stand there stunned for the second time in as many minutes. “Okay, so I’m thinking that’s a no based on your silence. I’ll settle for twenty bucks and a Diet Coke if you got it.”

Chapter 6 – Julianne

I

think I broke the biker.

His mouth keeps doing this weird open-and-close thing, and nothing is coming out. His eyes are also bugging out, and everyone just keeps staring at us.

Way to make a girl feel horrible for voicing a fantasy.

“Hey, you okay?” I snap my fingers in his face but still get nothing. Running my hands through my hair, I groan the second I touch my head. Funny how I forgot about the pain and torture their good doctor put me through after this little run-in.

Ha, made a joke and wasn’t even meaning to.

“Okay, you can relax, Jackass. I was joking, okay?”

“A joke.” His voice is gravelly, like he hasn’t used it in a while, but I know he has. Deep and a bit bone-chilling. Especially with the narrowed eyes. Right, he will not be the one I ask to torture me. I get a feeling that General would be considered a child’s ride compared to what Flint could do to me if he wanted.

“I don’t know about you, but it got a little tense right there. Figured I would open with a joke. For a bunch of bikers, you sure do get your tighty-whities in a twist a lot. I mean, how do I know if I even like that stuff? Maybe I had a bad experience, and that’s why it popped out. Or maybe that’s just the icing on the cake for all I know. I could be a complete whore, or hell, a virgin. Who knows?”

“I volunteer as tribute.”

“Fuck off, Jumper.”

Wow, had no idea I could cream my panties just from a growl. I mean, that’s insanely hot how the jackass turned that other asshole out flat. I’m not advertising to get laid, just stating the obvious, that I have no clue about so much involving me.

“Um, excuse me.” A delicate, obvious clearing of the throat turns my attention away from a man who might be more than just an annoyance. Okay, he probably always will be, but I guess you can say I’m getting used to him in a way. He’s gone from complete jackass to tolerable jackass.

“Yes, ma’am?” I ask on autopilot.

“I just wanted to thank you.”

“Ah, yeah, sure. Um, sorry if he was an ex or something. I sort of just figured if he was pointing a gun at you, it was a bad thing. I also expected these guys to jump in if it was an issue. They didn’t, and, well, chick solidarity and all, whoop-whoop.” I thrust my fist up a few times to show my sisterhood representation. Might not know much, but “chicks before dicks” is something I think I live by.

“Not an ex, just a psycho involved with his ex.” The pixie-cut blonde woman shifts a thumb toward a big man towering behind her.

Not sure how I missed him. Huge shoulders, could probably throw me over a building without trying. Got to say, the beard and slicked-back hair really work for him. Like really, really.

“Easy, hon,” she warns, her tone hardening. “I might appreciate you saving my life, but I don’t share. Last girl who tried to take him wound up dead.”

“Sorry, but that sounds like a helluva story. I’m sure that was meant to make me look the other way, but damn, he’s fine. Good for you. Don’t worry. Might not know much, but I don’t think I go for the taken type. But if you change your mind and do want to share, I’m willing to see if I’m into girls too. You’re awfully pretty.”

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