I didn’t know what to say.
I was probably the worst person he could leave his woman with.
And I was more than likely going to go down for it.
Quinn took that moment to walk into the room, a pair of denim cut-offs and a little yellow scrap of material you could barely call a T-shirt covering her. One look at her and I knew that I would happily go down for her.
I would burn for her.
Bleed for her.
I would die for her.
And I would do it with a smile on my face, because one taste of Quinn was all it took to send me over to the side of insanity. And I couldn’t help that I was crazy for her.
She glanced over our way, her footsteps faltering as she saw us talking in hushed whispers. She chewed on her bottom lip but kept on walking, tucking her hands into her back pockets and heading into the kitchen.
Couldn’t wait to get her alone and suck on that bottom lip too.
Ripped was still waiting for my answer, and I knew I didn’t have a choice in the matter either way. If I said no it would look suspicious. And besides, I couldn’t wait to get her alone and under me. I was already having a hard time trying to not get a hard-on at just the thought of all the things I was going to do to her.
I waited for the guilt to come, for anything to come, but the only thing I felt was satisfaction because I got to spend time with Q and it wouldn’t be suspicious. It wasn’t my fault she wanted me more than him.
Ripped stuck out his hand I reached out and took it, shaking it once and grunting my agreement. It was a shitty thing to do to him, and I was a piece of shit for agreeing to it. The man was a brother, and he was trusting me to keep his woman safe, but all the while I was plotting to take his woman from under him. But still the guilt didn’t come—only the desire to have Quinn under me, writhing and calling my name.
“Thanks,” he said, pulling me into a brief hug and slapping my back. “And remember, if anyone touches her, I’ll kill ’em, including you.” He laughed, and I laughed with him as he let me go and walked away.
I wasn’t afraid of Ripped, or any repercussions that would happen to me when the whole thing blew up, but I worried for Q and I worried for our clubs, but I knew it made no difference anymore.
Pandora’s box had been opened, the apple had been tasted, and I couldn’t stop myself from taking a huge bite of it.
So as long as it was my blood and not hers, I was good with that.
I was ready for that, and I would pay that price.
For her I would pay any price.
~ 12 ~
Quinn
I jumped in the cab and headed to Gracie’s house just after Ripped left the clubhouse. I could tell that Battle wanted to speak to me, but I needed space to think. There wasn’t any coming back from what had happened between us the night before, but perhaps there was still time to forget it—him.
Just stay away from him until it was time to go back home.
I could still take Ripped’s ring and continue on as if none of it had ever happened. Couldn’t I?
The cab pulled up in front of Gracie’s seven-bedroom home and she was already flinging the huge, ornate doors open wide and running down the steps to meet me, with Bonny-May bouncing on her hip. She was wearing a thin silk bathrobe and it was wide open, flashing her lace underwear to the driver.
“Eyes front,” I snapped, and he smirked and looked away as I shoved twenty dollars at him.
I stepped out of the cab and slammed the door closed as Gracie reached me, throwing one of her arms around me and squashing poor Bonny-May between us, who giggled happily. I shoved my purse strap further up my shoulder and took Bonny-May from Gracie.
“Hey there, little lady. How are you today?” I soothed, looking right into her face and planting a kiss on her cheek.
She gurgled something back at me and reached out, taking a chunk of hair in her chubby little hand.
“Don’t mind her, she’s fine. She’s always fine!” Gracie said. “I’ve fixed us some drinks, come on in.”
