“I said.” I grit out. “I got this.”
“Fine.” Ranger our road captain and owner of the bar raises his hands. “I got Ruby waiting on my ass. She was none too happy when you assholes called me to come down here anyway after being gone couple days this week. I was about to get my girl just where I wanted her, so fuck off all of you. Call me if you need me, but don’t call if you don’t.”
He marches out of the room, cursing as he stomps up the stairs, while Killian and Buzz shrug.
The sound of his stomping away mixes with the sound of my pulse, thick in my ears.
“Okay, man.” Killian, the club president’s son starts. “You got the story from Stella and Roxanne. She came in yesterday, like some fuck off from the electric company. Had a badge and everything. She must have set the lock on the back door so it wouldn’t engage. Lucky Ranger came home from our run when he did and found her in the back with the fucking safe open, man. She had the safe open.”
“I know.” I snap. “I got the story. What the fuck is wrong, you think I’m not going to take care of it?”
“Let’s go.” Buzz shoves Killian’s shoulder. “I got shit to do. Like sleep. Been on a ride for two fucking days with Ranger scoping out a good route for next weekend. Chain says he’s got this, he’s got it. I’m fucking tired.”
Killian gives me one more confused look, before raking his hand through his hair and shaking his head. “Call us if you need us, man. But, no one takes from us.”
“Get out.” My mood isn’t normal. I’m the treasurer for a reason. People underestimate me. Think I’m just a bag of beef with tattoos and nothing between my ears. They’re wrong, and these guys know it. They’re trusting me right now because they think I’ve got this under control, but truth is control is the last word to describe what I’m feeling.
Killian and Buzz pull the door shut behind them as they leave, and I’m left here with this girl who has my cock hard and my heart beating double time.
“Look, I don’t know what those guys are fucking talking about, I’m just a—”
“Shut it,” I snap, turning to find she’s managed to get to her knees, and for a second I lose my fucking mind, thoughts of shoving my cock between those pouty lips, of her moaning and salivating around my shaft, making me draw a breath through gritted teeth.
She’s fuming, I can see it, and somehow it only makes her more adorable. It’s like there’s this switch inside me and someone’s flicked it so all I see is her. She’s not like the other girls I’ve known in the past. They were only too eager to please, but not her. No. She’s going to be a handful.
“Just let me go. Please…” Her eyes are welling up as she struggles to her knees, and it’s a good act, but it’s still just an act. She’s scared, sure, but she’s not the sort that cries about it.
“I said fucking shut it.”
Instinct kicks in and I stomp back across the room to her, fists at my sides. She deserves punishment. Trying to steal from the Heartlands MC?
Her eyes widen, those big dark eyes, and it hits me like a bat to the balls.
With a grunt of rage, I slam my fist into the wall behind her, feeling pain spread through my knuckles as I growl, “Sit the fuck down and don’t make another sound or I swear to god…”
She nods, immediately moving to comply, and all I can think about is the other commands I’d like to give her.
Take your pants off. Now your shirt. Lose the bra and panties. Touch yourself.
Yeah, I’m a sick fuck.
“What are you going to do to me?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know yet. But right now, I’m going to let you sit here and imagine.”
“Please, I just want to go home. My mom will be wondering—”
I turn, ignoring her, and she falls silent as I stomp out of the room, just hoping she didn’t notice the steel rod inside my jeans.
***
Half an hour later, I’m heading back down to the cellar with a bandage wrapped around my knuckles from punching the wall and a cheese sandwich on a plate. I didn’t know if she eats the crusts, so I cut them off just in case, and I emptied a bag of chips on the side and put an apple there as well. I’m still huffing to myself, but hopefully she’s calmed down now, and we can have some real talk about who she is and why she’s here.
Why she picked Heartlands MC.
Balancing the plate on one hand, I fish the key out of my pocket and unlock the door to the cellar room.