Playlist recommendation:
This Is What It Feels Like - Armin Van Buuren
Because Lucifer didn’t give a fuck about my request, of course, the MC decided to hold a party on the compound.
As soon as the music pumped across the courtyard that separated our bunkhouse from the main clubhouse, Kitty pressed her hands to her hips and ordered, “Neev, if I have to sit on you, I will. No sneaking out. Not tonight.”
Which meant my plans to share a mattress with Kitty went up in smoke.
Admittedly, Neevdidhuff when Kitty bunked with her sisters, but I figured she was scared too because she didn’t complain that much.
Orthat meant she wasn’t going to complain, lull her siblings into a false sense of security, and would still sneak off anyway.
That’s what I’d do…
At that moment, I pitied my brother.
So far, he and Jen only had daughters.
God help him when they were this age.
AndIwas their uncle. Which meant they’d probably come to me for either advice and/or help getting around the edicts Luc set in stone to keep them safe.
Fuck my life.
I’d better get working on Vangelin because Luc would definitely be prescribed that at some point.
As I studied the light show on the ceiling, wondering how the fuck I was listening to death metal in a too-small bed in a too-small apartment on an MC compoundwithoutKitty riding my dick, a knock sounded on my door.
My hand snapped under my pillow. “Who is it?”
When it opened, I clicked the safety off when I saw Kitty’s face thanks to the lights shining through the window.
Her raised brows told me she’d noticed the gun, but it didn’t stop her from stepping into the room.
Clicking the safety back on and returning the Glock to underneath my pillow, I lay down again. “You okay?”
“Raisin wanted to tie Neev to the bed so we compromised—we, um, stole your necktie and tied their hands together.”
I half-sat up. “You being serious?”
“Can’t you tell?”
“No. I seriously can’t.” And fuck if that wasn’t both enticing and shit scary.
Her laughter made my ears buzz.
“She’s not that bad. Anyway, I got sick of her elbowing me in the side. She says she’s scared but that hasn’t stopped her from passing out.”
“So, she’snottied to your sister?”
“Nope. Figured you were in need of a laugh.”
“Funny,” I said drolly to hide the fact her poker face could be a problem in the future. “You can’t sleep?”
“No. I hate this kind of music. Lucas used to work out to it. He’d come in at three AM and spend hours in the gym. Ma said to leave him alone because he had to burn off his aggression. Sexist claptrap—I wasn’t allowed to zen out to Armin Van Buuren, but he was because he possessed a penis! Ha.” She stepped closer to the bed with a derisive sniff. “Can I sit with you?”
I didn’t answer, just lifted the sheet then gritted my teeth because she wore the camisole from earlier and panties.
