“Get your ass on the goddamn bike, Sierra.”
I scowled at him. “If you’re going to talk to me like that, I’m going to go back with the new recruit.”
His hand slid around my waist. “You’re not goin’ anywhere with anyone other than me, so get that idea out of your head right now. And you know you’re not offended by how I talk to you, so you can also stow your offense deep down in that pussy because I’m gonna fuck it out of you later.”
I shivered. “You’re not gonna fuckanythingoutta me later. Use one of your whores for that.”
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I stared at his patch.
“Sierra.”
“What?”
“Look at me.”
“No.”
“Jette.”
I gasped, meeting his eyes. “You know?”
“Yeah, baby, I know.”
“For how long?”
“Not long,” he admitted, giving me a gentle squeeze. “Sundance filled me in after an incident at Nocturn.”
“What incident?”
“That’s not important right now.”
I bit my lip. “How much did he tell you?”
“You’re the only one who can clarify that. Did you really tell people your last name was Smith?”
I nodded. “Sort of. But they’re all FBI, so they found me out pretty quick.”
“I think the fact you’re a shit liar woulda done that.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve had extensive FBI training in coercion tactics since you last saw me.”
“And for the record,” he said, sliding his hand to my neck. “There are no fuckin’ whores in my bed. There’s been no one other than you since the night you picked my lock.”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“You’re mine, baby.” He kissed my temple. “Gonna prove it. Now, get your goddammed ass on my goddammed bike.”
I got my goddammed ass on his goddammed bike.
Sierra
“Wrath, you needto be with your brothers,” I said as I followed him up the stairs of the club cabin.
“I need peace,” he countered. “You’re my peace.”
“I’m not going to sleep with you.”