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that the one woman I want to spend the rest of my life with doesn t want shit to do with me, even
though I know it s all my fault.
Kidd, you ve been ready since the day you laid eyes on her. You re just too fucking afraid.
He looks at me. Jenna is not Sarah, man. She s not gonna turn into a raving bitch. She s strong as
hell. She won t break under the pressure of being the Pres old lady. She ll be good for you and good
for the club. She ll be by your side every step of the way.
I hate to even hear Sarah s name. The guilt from her death is finally starting to fade, but the guilt
for the things I said after she died is still fresh in my mind. That ain t what this is about.
You can t lie to me, man. I know what happened after Sarah died. It damn near tore your ass to
pieces, but Jenna needs you by her side. She s been part of this club for years. She s had control of
the girls for nearly six. She can handle being your old lady. You ll just have to give her a little time
to get used to it.
His words bring back memories of Sarah begging me to claim her as mine, but I couldn t do it.
Everyone knew Sarah was just there to keep my bitch seat warm until Jenna got old enough to take her
place; everyone but Jenna that is. Things change when a bitch becomes an old lady. Ice is used to
making her own calls. Once I claim her, she won t have the freedom she does now. It could break
her.
I keep trying to make excuses, hoping to shut him up, before my mind starts imagining Jenna
being mine.
He chuckles. Ain t shit that could break Jenna, and you know it. My girl is hard as nails.
Ain t never met anyone like her. Strongest person I know.
I have to nod at that, because he s right. No one here has been through what Jenna has. Losing
her mother, being raped, then losing the woman that was the mother of her heart. Most people would
have given up a long time ago if they had to put up with half the shit she has. I finally blow out a
frustrated breath then stand up. Fine, I ll talk to her.
I don t wait for him to respond before walking out of my office. I head straight to club bar.
Jenna s sitting on a stool, talking to the prospect tending bar. Her head is tilted, and her long midnight
black hair is covering her face from view. She has her hands wrapped around a fifth of Jack. It only
takes a glance to see that she s fucked up. Yo, Ice.
Her bloodshot, coffee colored eyes narrow as she jerks her head towards me. The fast
movement nearly causes her to lose her seat. Yeah. What the hell do you want?
My brows go up at her bitchy tone. I should be used to it by now. She been given me the same
shit for years. None of the other girls would even consider talking to me like that. Only she has balls
big enough to go head to head with a member, especially me. Just saying hi, baby girl .
Yeah, which is something we don t do. We don t talk, remember? Like I said, what the hell do
you want? She says, turning back to her whiskey and chugging it back. Say what you gotta say, then
leave me the fuck alone.
Looking at her sends fear through me. Chipper s right; she s killing herself. There re dark
circles under each of her beautiful eyes. Her cheek bones are sharp, proving that she hasn t been
eating. Even the hair I love so much has lost its shine. No matter what, no matter how pissed off
she s gets-- it s time I step in.
I ve decided that I ve left you alone long enough. I ll be telling you all about that soon, but
right now I wanted to tell you that you re done with the whiskey, I say firmly, grabbing the bottle
from the bar.
What the fuck? She screams, trying to take the bottle from my hand.
I don t want you drinking all the fuckin time.
I don t give a fuck what you want. You can t tell me what to do.
I step closer to her. That s where you re wrong. You re mine now, and you can t do shit
without my permission.
I m not yours! she yells, her voice full of panic.
Yeah, you are. From this moment on, you are mine and mine only. Don t fuckin fight me on
this, or you ll be done with the Renegade Sons. Do you get what I m saying? I growl out, letting her
hear my anger. I would never hurt her, but she doesn t need to know that.
She swallows nervously. What am I supposed to do now?
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