Whether I’d made it official or not, she was fucking mine, and she needed to know that. I would do anything for her.
Slowly, she turned around to face me. I couldn’t read her expression, and that killed me. It felt like my heart was being held under a blade, just waiting for the guillotine to drop at any moment.
She held all the cards in her hands.
Surely, she had to know that.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and she slammed her lips to mine, the kiss turned feral as I pulled her against me tighter, her legs wrapping around my waist. I marcher her toward the wall to grind against her.
“Fuck, Rowan, I need you naked, and on my cock.”
She groaned in my ear. “Okay, Wyatt, let me get changed and I’ll come home with you, but this isn’t a permanent thing. You need to earn back my trust.”
I kissed her again, hard, claiming, letting her know I understood. “I’ll be outside with the boys.”
She nodded and I let her down, reluctantly. Swatting her on the ass, she gasped and bit her bottom lip. That bottom lip was going to be bitten by my own teeth in an hour when I could get her back in my bed.
Inourbed.
Chaos greeted me once I found them close by, a grin on his face. “I’m guessing we finally got our queen back.”
“Fuck off, Chaos. What did you learn?”
“Looks like Raf ain’t here, but that’s not why Trojan wanted us here.”
“Oh?”
Chaos looked over at the wall, near the bar. Trey stood there, with a few of the patched members of the Sons who ran things here every night.
“What?”
“Junior is the new co-owner of the Pit.”
I was about to launch myself at my dumbass son when I heard a scream. Not just any scream.
Rowan’s scream.
Everyone turned, and I saw my woman being manhandled by a man with a gun to her temple. She had a stream of blood flowing from the other side of her head, and a glazed look in her eye.
I moved to intercept but he pushed the barrel into her head harder.
“Let her go,” I growled at him.
“Ha!” he laughed as he dragged her back toward the exit. “Not fucking likely.”
“Bryan!” Trey’s voice boomed over the crowd as he pushed his way forward. “Let her go. I’m the one you want.”
“Too late, fucker,” he spat, getting aggressively angrier. Rowan didn’t look good as she struggled to stay upright. He probably gave her a concussion. Why the fuck did I leave her alone? I pulled my gun from my waistband, as did Chaos and Shadow, aiming at him. He didn’t stop. If anyone shot, they could hit Rowan.
We knew what was at stake.
And so did he.
Which means, he knew what she was to me.
Before I could stop it, he’d edged himself to the door. Two more men came in, guns aimed at everyone. Rowan whimpered in the guy’s arms, but her body was barely moving. Her eyes drooped. I made a move to get to her, but he’d dragged her out of the door and out of sight before I could drop the two assholes in front of me.
Rowan
