“Fucking A.”
I grab my jeans and slip them on. My T-shirt is missing. I don’t bother looking for it. Instead, I rush out to the main room. I told her not to go anywhere without me because she wasn’t ready for my cut. I pray no brother grabbed her, or I’ll have to kill them.
“Hey, slow down,” Frost barks as I rush past him.
I reach the front door where Grim is still standing guard.
“Where did she go?”
“Who?” he asks.
I grab hold of the big guy and slam him into the wall, not caring that he could break me in half if he wanted to.
“Andi. The girl I came in with. Why did you let her leave?”
He breaks my hold on his shirt. “I didn’t fucking let her out this way.”
“Oh fuck, Cowboy, did you bring Andi back here?” Jumper walks up, shaking his head. “Dude, Striker is going to kill you.”
“Why would he care? Where did she go? Did someone else take her to their room?”
“No girl came through this way.”
“Shit! She went out the side door.” I slip my hand into my pocket for my phone, then realize I never got her number.
“Isn’t she Striker’s family?” Grim asks Jumper.
I turn to look at him as he nods. Shit. Striker said his wife’s cousin was a rodeo girl. I didn’t put two and two together. Fuck, I’m dead. He said if anyone touched her, he’d kill them.
“Oh shit, she isn’t,” I deny it. Then I remember Striker trying to talk to me at the Roadhouse earlier. “Oh fuck… she is.”
The guys laugh and slap me on the back.
“You’re fucked,” Frost says, overhearing our conversation.
“Would she go to their house? Is that where she’s staying? Or at the Roadhouse apartment?”
“No, she was offered that.” Frost saves me from my questions. “But Alessa moved in there instead. Something about she had to get out of where she was staying.”
Frost has had his eye on Amelia’s head chef, Alessa, for months now. But she won’t give him the time of day. She brushes him off and threatens to cut off his balls before letting him touch her.
Butcher walks up. “Are you all discussing Striker’s little cousin, Andrea?”
“Yeah. How do you know her?”
He better not have his eye on her. I took her bare. She’s mine. Just the thought of her possibly carrying my kid already makes my knees weak. I never thought I would have children after everything that went down with my family, but now I want that with her. I’ll do anything to make it come true.
“I know her.” Butcher’s lip tips up slightly in one corner.
He doesn’t smile. The fucker is a trained assassin with an organization called the Association. He doesn’t do soft and sweet. He’s the complete opposite of my Andi.
“She’s fucking mine,” I growl and make a move for him.
A gun is in my face before I can reach him. All the guys around us go from joking to serious in an instant.
“Back the fuck up, Cowboy. I will drop you. You know I will. Striker asked me to check out her place, see how secure it was. That’s it. I’m not interested in her. For fuck’s sake, what woman would want anything to do with a killer like me?”
“Why don’t you find her attractive? She’s perfect. Sexy, beautiful, and so sweet.” I defend her.
