“I’ve never met a biker with vocabulary like yours,” she murmurs dreamily.
I throw the used washcloth onto the floor and climb into bed behind her. I pull her tightly to my chest. “You probably won’t, either. Want to know a secret?” I dangle in her ear.
She turns to look over at me over her shoulder. “Uh duh. Of course.”
“I have an MBA from Yale.”
Bella turns in bed to look at me. “You do not!”
“Yes, I do. Graduated with it in 2010.”
“So, you’re like really smart.”
I shrug. “I guess.”
“Yep, never met anyone like you.”
I kiss her shoulder. “And you won’t, baby.”
There’s a pounding on the door interrupting us and I growl at the door. “What the fuck? Someone better be dying or already dead!” I yell.
“Beast, if you’re done fuckin’ the poor girl, we need you,” Dragon calls through the door.
“Why the fuck do you need me?”
“Someone broke into your house.”
That put me into motion.
“Get dressed, baby.”
Whoever the fuck broke into my house better be long gone because I’m gonna kill them. I’m kill them and then set their body on fire for everyone to see what happens when you fuck with a Diablo.
Bella’s pressed against my back and shivering from the piercing wind as we ride back to my house. I’ve got all the brothers with me and all I can think about is getting back to the clubhouse and getting a patch on Bella.
The girl belongs to me.
Prince is riding in the front as always, but due to the situation, I think I should be the fuckin’ one who’s leading everyone to my house. It’s my house they broke into.
Bella’s fingers grip me tightly through the worn out threads of my cotton tee-shirt. Her nails slightly bite through the fabric but not enough to actually hurt me. I find great comfort and power from having her here with me.
I’ve never been one to understand why people wanted their ol’ ladies with them all the time until this moment. The thought of Bella not doing this ride with me, sickens me. The thought of her stuck in that house as someone broke into my home, trashed it like they did hers, pisses me off.
What’s worse, I know she’s fuckin’ freaked out and there’s not much I can do to ease that.
We park our bikes in front of my house. Just by looking at it, I can tell someone’s been inside of it that shouldn’t have been. The front door has been kicked in and the lights are on inside. That’s something I’ve always managed to do, turn off the lights no matter what.
Fuck!
“God damn it. Fuck. Mother fuckers. Those cock sucking mother fucking assholes!” I mumble under my breath.
Bella’s standing off to the side looking around the house to see if there’s anyone that’s going to find her. Or something. That’s when I notice she’s struggling with something more than that.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“I, I, I, uh, I don’t know if right now is the best time…” She hedges.
I close the distance between us, place my hands on her cheeks to get her too look at me. Her blue eyes don’t sparkle like they normally do from the pleasure I’m giving her, instead they are kind of duller. I don’t like it.
