“Can’t.” She threw the word in my face. “It was a mistake coming here, but now we’re even.”
“Even?”
“The BJ. I don’t just take Art. I give in return.”
I took her hand. “Let’s talk about this.”
“There’s nothing to say. I don’t know what I was thinking, coming to your room tonight. As I said, it’s been a shitty day.” She reached for the doorknob.
“I have to go, Eve. You know how the MC works.”
She nodded. “I do. You made a choice. Now I’m making one too.” She opened the door.
“Goddammit, don’t do this!”
“Art? Sugar?” Wolf blinked his eyes like he was staring the Reaper in the face.
“Oh my God.” Eve went to him. “Nothing is going on here.”
“Bullshit,” I hissed.
“Shut up, Art.” She glowered at me. “Wolf, please, please, please don’t tell anyone about this. I’m begging you, nothing is going on here.”
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Wolf’s gaze lowered to my towel. “I’ll fuck you up if you hurt her.”
I threw my hands up. “I’m not hurting her. She’s hurting me!”
Wolf’s dark eyebrows arched in surprise. “I won’t say anything.”
“Thank you.” Eve ran out of the doorway to her room.
I didn’t call her back or make a scene. Not with Wolf glaring at me.
“What?” I barked.
He pointed his long-ass digit in my face. “You. Are. Dead.”
“Why, because I’m in love with Eve?”
“Yes.”
“We’re free to be together.”
“Does she want to be with you?” He looked at her room. “She didn’t make a claim. She ran away.”
“She was embarrassed.”
“Not the action of a woman in love.”
“Fuck you, brother. She wants to be with me.”
He shook his head as he stalked toward his bedroom. “Dead man,” he shouted over his shoulder.
I shut the door and leaned my back against it. “Death doesn’t sound bad. If I can’t be with Eve, I have no reason to live.”
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