“I’m surprised you know how to cook,” I said. “Don’t the club girls do it for you?”
“I am capable of cooking,” he shot back and I could see he was annoyed. I had no idea why and for the first time since meeting him, I felt bad.
“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down at the food again. “I…guess I only ever knew my clubhouse and never had someone cook for me other than them.”
He cleared his throat but didn’t respond.
I continued to eat but I didn’t speak, rather enjoying the perfectly cooked sausage and bacon. Even the toast was toasted just the way I liked, white with just a bit of brown around the edges. I usually got near burnt toast since that’s how my father liked it.
“You can’t protect me from them, you know,” I said, finally looking up. “My father has plans andthey involve me. He won’t stop…and I know he’ll take it out on Shona and your club.”
I hated that he had that much of a pull over other MCs, but he did. He was a monster.
“I wouldn’t worry about us, princess,” Rebel said. “We can handle our own. Finish your meal.”
“I’m full…thanks, though.”
I got up and put my plate on the side of the sink and moved back to my room, wondering why I was acting so weird around him all of a sudden. Could a shirtless man really render me stupid? He was my captor, not a love interest, and yet I wouldn’t say no if he landed those perfect lips on my body.
After laying down on the bed for a few minutes, I heard him moving about in the hallway before he knocked on the door.
“I gotta go out for a bit,” he said. “Brogan is spelling me, but I’ll be back later. The pantry is stocked if you want to eat and the fridge is full.”
“Bye,” I offered but it came out kind of strangled and weird. God, Darby, get a grip! He probably had a girlfriend and was forced to spend time away from her for this.
I don’t know why, but the thought alone had my insides clenching and my fists balling.
Rebel
“All good?” Brogan asked as he met me at the door. I’d quickly pulled on a shirt and grabbed my cut from the bedroom I took close to the door.
“Yeah, she’s in her room down the hall,” I told him. “She isn’t usually annoying enough to have you pull your hair out, but she can be a bit of a pamper princess.”
Brogan smirked. “I’m sure I can cope.”
“Any word on the whereabouts of her brother?” I asked, keeping my voice down. No one had told her about the demise of her family and I certainly didn’t want a weeping woman on my hands.
“Not yet,” Brogan replied. “It appears he’s left Belfast but he hasn’t been sighted anywhere near Kilkenny. We think he may have travelled in between Dublin and Galway, down the middle as much as he can. He may be taking the long way but there’s no telling how long it will take. Best be on your guard.”
“I’ll be back after service,” I said. “Won’t be long.”
He nodded and walked down the hallway and knocked on Darby’s door. I left, jumping on my bike and heading back to Kilkenny. Riding has always been the only thing that makes me happy. The onlydamn thing to clear my head and right now, I definitely needed to clear my goddamn head.
Hearing Darby moan when she ate my eggs this morning had almost undone me. She was fucking gorgeous, sure, but she drove me insane with her fucking princess behaviour, especially when she was horrified I’d cooked my own meal, and yet the second she moaned, my cock jumped to the party. I could have easily swept the table free of food and pulled her legs apart and feasted on her all morning, just to hear those sweet little moans again. I don’t know what I’d do if I heard her moan my name. That would pull the most primal part of me out and I’d be lost in her.
There was a reason I hadn’t really fucked around with the bunnies, I didn’t want to see them every day and develop attachments. I knew I would, I’d get so lost in a woman that I could forget who I was…just like my father had and look where that got him. Serving a life sentence.
I pulled into the compound and cleared my head of all things Darby. The sooner we find her brother and take care of him, the better. She can go on to have her own life then and be clear of mine.
“You good, brother?” Viper asked as I headed into the clubhouse. He and Savage were sitting on the porch smoking when I pulledup.
“Yeah,” I answered before I headed inside. I could tell they knew I wasn’t. Hell, I had no idea why I wasn’t. Shona was behind the bar with Kayleigh and Shauna, looking at something on Shona’s phone. When she saw me, she handed her phone to Shauna and came over to me.
“How is she?”
“She’s fine,” I said. “Happy as a clam.”
Shona’s eyebrow raised and she cocked her head to the side. “‘How bad is it? Should I come over and talk to her?”
