"That's a good start."He kissed her hard."Love you."
She swiped at her cheeks, brushing at the tears that escaped."You're the first person I've ever said that to."
"Well, then you'd better practice saying it to me."
"I love you."She kissed him."Love you."She peppered more kisses on his face."Love all of you."
He chuckled and then sobered."I need to go to the garage.Do you want to go with me or stay here?"
"Can I stay?"She slumped on the bed."Am I still in danger?"
"No."
Surprised, she looked at him."Sonny isn't going to try to come here for my mom or me?"
"Nope."He pulled on his jeans."You're safe."
She raked her teeth over her bottom lip.Having lived around bikers her whole life, she knew when to stop asking questions.Sometimes, she didn't want to know the answer.
Chapter 32
The day-to-day actionin the Royalla Motorcycle Club clubhouse returned to normal as if nothing had happened in the last twenty-four hours.That he hadn't killed a man.That Lydia's world had turned upside down.
Baddy walked inside to see members shuffling toward the back door, where they'd enter the garage.A shipment was scheduled to go out in two days.
Going in the opposite direction, he ignored the others and went straight to the kitchen.He wouldn't be able to work without getting something off his chest.
Baker stood at the counter with his hands braced on either side of a mug he wasn't drinking from.The older man looked up the second Baddy stepped through the doorway.
"How's my daughter?"Baker asked quietly.
The words hit Baddy wrong.So now, he wanted to claim Lydia as his daughter?
His skin prickled.A slow burn crawled up his spine.Lydia wasn't property, wasn't something to claim, wasn't something to send away.She belonged to him.His to protect.His to hold.His to bleed for.
And hearing someone else lay claim to her made something territorial and primal rise in his chest.
