A loud belching noise pulls my attention back to the pool table just in time to see Finn cover his disgust at the Devils member in question. Our eyes lock over the table, and we silently laugh together.
“Since when did club whores become so clingy? Prospect, is your dick made of diamonds or some shit?” The man laughs at his own joke while he points his finger between Finn and me. My boyfriend's body goes taut, and I see Bullet reach out his hand, reminding him to play it cool. I choose to let his hurtful words roll off me, not wanting to cause any trouble, and fake a smile and small giggle, like what he said is funny.
“But seriously, darlin, if you’re that hard up for dick tonight, you can walk that sweet ass over here right now and blow me. I’ll even put in a good word to your prez for you,” he continues, bringing his beer bottle to his lips and draining it. I cringe at the heated look in his eyes that roam all over my body.
Finn steps forward with his cue stick and easily sinks a ball into the pocket. “She’s not a club whore, Jonsey. She’s my girl.”
The man, Jonsey, looks between Finn and me before laughing and hitting his hand on his knees. “Oh my god, darlin. I’m so sorry. You must be very sexually frustrated if you’re putting up with Prospect dick. Come find me if you need a real man to fuck you like a good little slut.”
“Okay,” Bullet chuckles, his hand gripping the back of Finn’s neck. “How about you two love birds go grab a drink and cool off?”
Bullet pushes Finn toward me, and I immediately grab Finn’s hand. Without glancing back, Finn drags me behind him toward the bar, both of us ignoring the leering and laughter coming from the area we were just occupying. My skin feels heated, and my cheeks are burning from embarrassment. Finn’s back is rigid, his shoulders tense, and his hand has mine in a death grip. I don’t want to cause him any more problems, so I keep my lips sealed and try to push back the tears that are threatening to spill after having been treated that way. At least the Rebels know about my relationship with Finn, and while we aren’t official in the eyes of club law, they are respectful enough not to treat melike a piece of ass that Finn is keeping around for fun. I may not have an official title of wife or old lady, but they know I’m committed to Finn and treat me nicely enough. We reach the bar and Lottie’s eyes run over me and then Finn.
“I’ll just give you two a minute.”
I nod at her. “Thanks, Lottie.” She walks away, giving us space. “Finn–”
“Don’t talk, “he growls while slamming his hands on top of the bar so hard the sound makes me jump. His jaw is locked so tightly I can see the muscles under his skin jump and flex. His fingers curl on top of the bar until his knuckles turn white.
“I’m sorry,” I mutter and step back from him. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Finn this angry.
He shakes his head, his longer hair on top of his head swaying slightly. “It's not you. I’m never mad at you, Daisy.”
“Then why?—”
“Because he was an asshole to you. He said horrible things, basically insinuating that you make a living on your back for the club,” he cuts in. Finn sighs and runs his hands through his hair. “I couldn’t even defend you because we have to act nice with them. This alliance is new. The treaty is fragile at best, but fuck, he was a prick. I wanted to hit him, and I couldn’t defend you.”
My arms move to wrap around his waist, holding him tightly. I prop my chin on his shoulder, my eyes taking in the man I love more than anything. “He was a dick. I’m sorry you were put in that position, but I get why you were unable to react. I’m glad you didn’t. I know what's at stake for you. I also know that if it were different and I was in danger or being threatened, you would have reacted differently. His words didn’t hurt me. I was more worried about you.”
For the first time since we walked up to the bar, Finn looks at me. His eyes soften, and his body loses some of the tension he was carrying. “I don’t deserve you, Win. I’m so sorry.”
I shake my head, lifting up on my tiptoes to press my lips to his cheek. Finn moves at the same time, turning toward me, so I end up in his arms instead. “I love you. You have nothing to be sorry about.”
Finn exhales and holds me tighter. “I was angry. I raised my voice. It won’t happen again.”
“It's okay,” I reassure him, wrapping my arms around his neck. Finn’s hands glide over my sides and down my back, coming to rest where the edge of my leather shorts plays peek-a-boo with my ass cheeks. He groans, cupping the skin in his hands.
“You really are killing me in this outfit tonight, Daisy.”
My smile could not get any bigger as I hold him tighter, making sure he feels every inch of my body pressed against his. “It’s what I’m wearing underneath that you should be more excited about, Prospect.”
Finn pulls back with a sharp intake of air. Our eyes connect, and I can feel the heat and possessiveness in their depths. “What are you wearing, Winnie?”
I lean forward, deliberately brushing my lips across his, barely a kiss, and whisper, “Absolutely nothing.”
His hands tighten on my backside before he lifts me up against his body. My legs wrap around his waist easily. “Fuck this party,” he mutters before carrying me across the room, heading toward his room, and I’ve never been more excited to escape from an event.
Chapter 10
Finn, 1 year later
DODGER.
The patch lies face up in the palm of my hand before I’m offered a leather cut bearing the club’s coat of arms and colors. My eyes take in the details, the symbols of my hierarchy in the club, as well as my loyalty. The patch with my road name is a new identity, a new beginning, and a place within this brotherhood. It feels fucking good that after two years of grunt work, taking the lowest of the low jobs and essentially being at the club’s mercy, I’m now a patched member. My hand closes over the extra name patch in a death grip. I earned this. I bled for this.
My gaze snaps back up to my cousin, who laid the cut in my arms. He’s smirking at me, like he knew all along this would happen. “Thanks, Cuz.”
He nods and steps back while I put on the heavy, leather vest. The room explodes with claps and cheers about getting fucking drunk now. I wholeheartedly agree.
