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I wrap my arms around her and kiss her hard. I was so damn sure she’d lose her fucking mind when she found out.
“All that said…” she says when I pull back. She slides my brass knuckles from her fingers and slips them into my back pocket.
“Blade’s a dick. I know he’s your president, but all that crap he spewed was bullshit. I’ve only just met you, and even I know you’d never let your club down for me or anyone else. So for him to suggest otherwise just pisses me off.”
“You and me both.”
“Come on. Let’s head back to the RV. You can fill me in on the rest, or we can just hang out. Nevaeh’s probably up by now and could likely use some company.”
I look out the warehouse door and up toward the clubhouse and nod. For the first time since shit went down with Bear, I really don’t want to be here.
18
AMITY
Ilie with my head in G’s lap while Nevaeh talks to him quietly. My eyes are closed, but I’m awake. I’m way too comfortable to move, speak, or even be human anymore. I’m just going to pretend I’m a dog and let him call me a good girl while he pets me.
When we got back, Nevaeh was tapping away on her laptop. I offered to leave again if she wanted quiet, but she insisted she needed a break because her brain wasn’t absorbing caffeine fast enough to remember how to use the English language correctly.
I filled her in on our day so far, skipping over the issue with Blade because I felt G tense up when I mentioned his name. By the end of our talk, G had relaxed again, and Nevaeh had decided that Legs would be our new friend. We’d show Midas what an idiot he was—Nevaeh’s words, not mine. I was thinking something a lot stronger than ‘idiot.’
“I feel like it’s time for me to threaten to kick your ass if you hurt my bestie.”
“You gonna carry a step stool around with you just in case, Tinkerbell?” he teases.
“Now, why would I need a step stool when I’m the perfect height to junk punch you?” she asks sweetly. I bite back my grin as G laughs.
“Good point. But you don’t need to worry. We both know if I hurt Amity, she’ll kick my ass herself.”
“That’s true, but don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t actually say you wouldn’t hurt her.”
“Alright, I’m gonna be brutally honest with you here, Tinkerbell. I’m a guy who’s never had to work at getting pus—er—women. I haven’t dated… well, ever.”
“I know that feeling,” she grumbles.
“So, yeah, I’m gonna fuck up. I’ll make her mad and maybe even make her cry. But I promise I won’t do it on purpose, and I’ll learn from it. I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I’m all in. Truthfully, I’m just trying to hold back so I don’t scare her off.”
There’s silence for a moment, and I process his words.
“You’re pretty sweet for a biker, you know. I can see why she likes you.”
“Fuck, not you too. I’m not sweet. I’m scary. Grr.”
“I’m terrified. Truly,” Nevaeh deadpans. “Anyway, I’m gonna leave you two alone now.”
“See, I scared you away,” he chuckles.
“Uh, no. I hate to burst your manly bubble but I need to do some grocery shopping because I can’t eat the crap she eats.”
“I thought she ate pretty healthy?”
“Exactly! But a woman can’t survive on eggs and lean meats alone, G. I need carbs, ice cream, pasta, pizza, and anything else that’ll make me regret putting it in my mouth the next morning.”
There’s silence again before G bursts out laughing, and I can’t help but giggle, too.
“Yeah, yeah, I realized how that sounded after I said it. Alright, Little Miss Faker, I’m heading out. Do you need anything?”
I open my eyes and roll over. I look up into G’s amused ones as he pushes my hair back.