He turns in his seat and then searches the area with a frown. “She change her hair?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Hmm … It’s cute. I think I prefer the way it was before, though.”
“She’s gorgeous either way. That’s not exactly the point, Griff.”
“What is the point, C?”
“She shouldn’t be near that asshole.”
“And where should she be?” he asks, but I can tell the asshole already knows my answer. He’s also not very happy about it—not that I give a damn.
“With me.”
“C—”
“Don’t start, Griff. The woman is mine. I know it in my bones.”
“Damn it, C?—”
“She’s mine,” I reiterate.
“You don’t do permanent,” he reminds me.
“I do now,” I growl, taking a swig of my beer.
“Yeah, right,” he snaps back, laughing like I just told the funniest joke in the world.
“I’m serious,” I answer, my tone gruff. “Besides, your ass can’t say shit. You were exactly the same way with Georgia. You were gone with one look.”
“The difference here is my woman agreed. Yours doesn’t seem to be interested,” he points out. Fucking bastard.
“She will be. I just need a little time to convince her.”
“I’m not sure Pez is going to give you that opportunity,” he mutters.
“I’ll talk to her while you’re in the meeting. Pez will be there with you. King trusts him.”
“Damn it, C. We don’t need to make enemies out of the Devil’s Blaze. Our club has had enough turmoil.”
“This won’t be a war. If anything, it will give us a stronger alliance,” I suggest, not giving a fuck about the damn alliance between the clubs. Izzy is mine. I want her. I want her in my bed, on the back of my fucking bike, and by my side. I won’t rest until that’s exactly what I have.
“That’s not what I’m seeing.”
“Well, you’re wrong. Izzy is just upset with me. I need a few minutes alone to smooth everything over. That’s all.”
“Fuck,” Griff hisses. “Does that mean you’ve already pissed her off? I swear if her brother and father come after the club because you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants?—”
“It’s fine. The two of us just need to sit down and talk. I’ll do that while you’re in your meeting.”
“C, I don’t think?—”
“I’m going to talk to her while you’re in the meeting. I’ll smooth shit over and we’ll head back tonight as planned.”
“Fuck, you’re stubborn.”
“So are you. That’s why we get along so well,” I joke.
