“You’d go out and buy me books?” she questions suspiciously.
“Write me a list, and yes, I would.”
She slips off the bed and crosses the room, coming to a stop in front of me.
“And what exactly would you want in return?”
“You.”
Her laughter wraps around us, mockingly.
“Be specific, biker.”
Running the backs of my fingers across her apple shaped cheekbone, I lean in close and whisper, “I want to make you scream my name.”
A slight tremor runs through her before she steps back.
“The fact you believe my pussy is worth a favor from you proves you know nothing about me. Why on earth would I let you touch me?”
“Because I can make you feel so fuckin’ good that you would no longer care that you find yourself here with us.”
A smile creeps across her face. I tilt my head and watch her. Her smile isn’t friendly or kind.
“I don’t mind being here. It has its perks.”
I snort. “If you think my president is one of your perks, then you’re delusional.”
“Men are fickle. They are weak and they are whores.” She runs her eyes from my boots up to my head. “There’s not a man on earth who is true to his word.”
“You’re about to learn how wrong you’ve been and if you don’t learn it quick, it will get you killed. You keep chasing after Luca and he will not only put a bullet in you, he’ll shove the whole fuckin’ gun up your ass.”
I step back, knowing this is going to go around in circles and get us nowhere.
“Write me a list of the books you want, and I’ll pick them up for you.”
“Why? When I’ve told you I won’t pay the price you want.”
“Because when you’re reading, you’re in one place and you’re quiet.”
She writes me a list of three book titles and authors and passes it over. By the time I leave the room she’s picked up her book and is settled back down on the bed.
I close the door and lean against it. An unsettling feeling sits in my stomach. Luca was right to watch out for her. There’s something not right with her, yet why does it make me want her more?
“Prospect! I need you with me. I’ve got to run an errand.”
“What, now?”
“Yes, now. Let’s go.”
He tosses the cloth he was using to clean the bar and grabs his keys.
“I need to stop off somewhere while we’re out,” he tells me as we head out to our bikes. “It won’t take long.”
“Fine. Where are we going?”
“My mother’s.”
I’ve heard the talk about his mom when Cas and Alannah were visiting the clubhouse. His mother was Cas’s whore back in the day. She left Willow’s Peak when Cas chose Alannah. By all accounts, there was no contest between the two women.
