The men laughed loud. One cut through the laughter and added, “Man, she one of them women you’d kill a motherfucker over. Somebody look at her the wrong way, and you’ll be ready to whip a nigga’s ass or shoot a motherfucker.”
I bit into my bottom lip to stifle a grin. Now, I didn’t feel so bad for being attracted to Megan or for losing my shit when I was close to her. She affected men who’d never even talked to her, and here I was sharing a house with her.
After finding the blades I needed, I picked up some air fresheners for my truck and headed towards the registers. I smiled at the sight of Megan waiting for me. The half-filled basket of goods sat next to her as she thumbed through a magazine.
“Ready?”
She jumped at the sound of my voice.
“You got everything on that list?” I asked.
She took a quick glance into the basket before she answered. “Yes.”
“Okay, let’s go,” I said, tilting my head towards the nearest register. I placed my hands on the bar of the basket before she could and wheeled it towards the shortest line.
Judging by the way her mouth had dropped open in surprise, she didn’t expect me to help her unload the groceries onto the conveyer belt or load them into the bed of my truck.
I’ll admit, I’m fucked up in some areas of my life, can even be an asshole at times, but I’d never been one to abuse a woman, not even the poor white trash that hung around my MC’s bar all the time.
Therefore, I saw no reason to treat Megan any different because her skin was darker than mine or because of the warped rules my MC had in place. Besides, I’d decided from the moment I’d laid eyes her that I was not only attracted to her but would also fuck her if the opportunity ever presented itself.