“I was almost kidnaped! And if that wasn’t enough, I got shot.”
“Did I shoot you?”
I frowned. “No.”
“Then why the fuck are you biting at my ass about it?”
I sighed, my body was too exhausted and I felt like I was going to vomit. I knew I was being unreasonable. It wasn’t his fault but felt like I needed someone to blame and he was there. “I just want to sleep. Can you go?”
“No, I can’t go. My woman was almost taken from me.” I felt sorry for shooting my mouth off at him, but I was hurting and I was tense. “There’s a whole shit-storm about to start and we need to talk about it.”
I wiggled my arm from his tight grasp and attempted to pull my body up on the bed, so I was in a sitting position. Kit reached out to help, but I shook him off. I knew I was being a brat, but I couldn’t help it. The need to push him away was too strong. “You’re heading home tomorrow. It’s not your problem.”
He moved off the bed and toward my desk. “That’s what we need to talk about.”
“We really don’t—”
“Harmony,” he yelled, slamming his palms down on the hard wooden surface. My body jumped at the loud noise which echoed in the small room. I grimaced with pain, but he never faulted, looking at me like it served me right for the way I was acting. “Will you just stop and listen to me for one God-damn minute.”
I didn’t speak. I wanted to give him hell and tell him to turn around and get out. I wanted him to leave and never come back. But unfortunately for me, my brain disagreed and refused to relay my wants to my mouth. It actually needed to hear what he had to say.
Stupid brain. I knew it was defective.
“Now listen, and listen real good,” he said slowly. “I took ownership of you—”
My mouth opened, but he hit me with a glare that dared me to speak and it shut again pretty quickly. Respect for the Brothers had been burned into me.
“I took ownership of you. That means you are my responsibility. Your safety – on me. Your wellbeing – on me. The words that come out of your mouth when people are around to hear them – on me. I take that shit seriously. I am a President of the Brothers by Blood,” his voice seemed to strain as he forced himself to continue, “You got hurt and that shit is on me.”
My heart jumped a little as he reiterated exactly the point I had been mulling over with Doc moments before. He’d vowed protection. I hadn’t been protected.
“I won’t make the same mistake again and for that reason, I’ve made a decision.” I swallowed sharply. I wasn’t sure of what was coming next. Part of me expected him to say he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t claim me because he didn’t want the burden. My heart hurt at the idea, even though it was what I thought I wanted. The other part of me laughed, knowing it was a stupid thought to begin with.
“You’re coming back with me.”
The words vibrated in the room and I stared at him in shock. “No.”
“You gave yourself to me, Harmony. You accepted my claim.”
“When I thought you’d be here for a few days.”
He shrugged. “I never put a time limit on it.” I racked my brain, knowing he was right but still willing to argue the point anyway. “Don’t fight me on this, babe. You won’t win. I’m within my rights to order you to, but I’d rather it not come to that.”
“My life is here, Kit. The club, my friends – my school!”
“You’re outta school for a couple of weeks. The club has enough girls and you can still talk to your friends. I’m not locking you in a padded room and throwing away the key. I’m doing what I need to do to protectwhat is mine. And you,you are mine.”
“So you continue to remind me…” I commented dryly.
He slams his hands on the desk again before stalking toward me and getting right in my face. “One day we are going to have a serious talk about why you continue to push me away. I don’t know what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours, but you need to get rid of that toxic shit and soon. For now though, my main priority is making sure that you’re safe and that you rest. I don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t want to come. I will drag you kicking and screaming if that’s what it takes to keep you from harm because you know what? You gave me that right when you accepted my ownership of you and spread that tight little pussy for my cock.”
I sat stunned.
He was right and I knew it.
There was no point in arguing. I had given myself to him; even if it was in a lust-filled state. I hadn’t seen the meaningfulness of his words before then.
‘You giving yourself to me?’
I’d assumed he just didn’t want to share me while he was here. But I was wrong. Kit had all out claimed me, and in the MC world, ownership was a strong theme. You didn’t just walk away from this kind of stuff, the only way out is if he lets me leave.
And I knew from the look in his eye, he wasn’t going to let me walk away without a fight.