Another moan releases as I circle her throat with my hand, holding her in place. “You’re mine.”
She’s too dazed to say anything, and I let it go for now, but this is a discussion we’ll have again in the future until she agrees. It doesn’t matter if she’s forbidden or if our parents got married. Nothing is getting in my way.
It takes a moment for her to recover from the orgasm and clarity to return to her eyes. She pauses a moment to calm her breathing as I adjust my suit jacket. With a smug grin, I pull my mask back on and tug her toward me, heading back inside. We dance to several more songs. I never leave her alone until Ava tells her that the limo is waiting.
“Letty.”
She lifts her chin, and I kiss her one last time. My lips brand hers with a promise. This isn’t the last time we’ll see one another.
Letty leaves with Ava once I release her, and I watch as she climbs inside the limo, clutching the glove I dropped outside in her hand. She rides to Ava’s house and goes inside to spend the night. My girl is safe.
My head is in a fog as I ride to Bullseye’s house. When he’s not there, I know my cousin is at the clubhouse. I change my clothes, shrug on my cut, and head to the Grid Iron.
By the time I arrive, I need a smoke. I pull out the pack and light one, taking in the nicotine my body craves. As I finish, I flick the butt to the ground and stomp on the cinders.
My shirt is suddenly gripped in a meaty fist, and I’m slammed against the side of the clubhouse. The wind is knocked out of me, and I gasp for breath. The angry face of my president looms over me.
“Was it worth it?” Storm growls as hauls me forward, nearly lifting my boots off the pavement. He’s pissed.
I fucked up, but I don’t regret it. I just hope Bullseye didn’t get in trouble because of me.
Storm is waiting for my answer. “To touch her for one dance? To hold her? Yes,” I croak, not elaborating on anything else.
He releases me, and I stumble backward, catching myself before I fall on my ass. “Don’t ever test me again, boy.”
I dip my chin because I’m a fucking fool. I know it. He knows it. “I won’t.” I swallow hard before I confess to him. “I had to because—”
He cuts me off. “I know how you feel about her, but I will strip you of your patch if you ever disobey me again.”
“I understand, Pres.”
He stomps forward and tugs me into a hug. “You’re my kin, Blaze. My blood. You feel me?”
I understand his words. They mean I’m like a cherished son. My actions tonight hurt him. “I do, Storm.”
He releases me, nods, and heads back inside the clubhouse. I just got off way too easily.
I pull out another cigarette, light the end, and inhale. My finger shakes as I drag nicotine into my lungs. Out of all the stupid shit I’ve done in my life, underestimating Storm has to be the dumbest. I’m lucky to be breathing.
Bullseye exits the clubhouse. “I didn’t say shit.”
“I know. He’s the pres for a reason.”
“Fucking epic,” he agrees.
I can taste Letty and the nicotine on my tongue. With a smile lingering on my lips, I enjoy my smoke.
And I don’t regret a fucking thing.
Chapter 4 Letty
AGE EIGHTEEN—
“I can’t believe we’re getting ready to graduate,” Ava sniffles, dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue so she doesn’t smear her makeup. “It’s gone by so fast.”
“It has,” I agree, glancing over my shoulder to peek at the rows of people gathering for the ceremony. I find my mom in the crowd, sitting toward the front. She’s alone, of course—no Mifflin.
Ava’s gaze follows mine, landing on my mother. She snorts. “Well, that’s not surprising, is it?”
