Ten minutes later, I’m lying on the bed inside the room I occupy here at the clubhouse. My eyes watch the ceiling as my mind swirls with too many thoughts to settle on one in particular.
Sending a text won’t hurt anything.
My mind echoes, and I subconsciously pull my phone from my pocket, staring at it for a second before the decision becomes action. My fingers start gliding across the keys before I can think about it good.
Me:
Still feeling brave, princess?
My heart rate increases, and I bite my bottom lip when I see three dots pop up on the screen a second after I hit send.
Jariyah:
I am so I need you to catch up. A man with motorcycle gang affiliations shouldn’t be a scaredy cat. *laughing emoji*
A chuckle falls from my mouth when I read the message before my fingers type my response.
Me:
*shots fired* Damn. Let me find out you have a false narrative about the man you happily gave your number to.
It’s not lost on me that Jariyah has negative thoughts about motorcycle clubs based on who her mother is. I can only imagine the things Mayor Owens has said about people like my brothers and me.
Jariyah:
Have you seen yourself, Mr. Righteous?
My dick hardens when I read the new message, and again, I let my fingers speak for me.
Me:
Every day. But for future reference, according to our standard dictionary, a gang is a group of criminals or young delinquents. My brothers and I are all law-abiding citizens.
“Or at least as far as your pretty ass needs to know we are,” I say after sending my message. A thought hits me and causes me to do something I’ve never done, . . . double text.
Me:
If it makes you moist, I can pretend to be whatever type of lawbreaker you want though.
Jariyah:
Back-to-back text? *giggles*
Me:
Tell me something about me that makes you want to risk it all.
Jariyah:
Your honesty, and I don’t give a fuck persona. It’s intriguing, after dealing with so many yes-men.
“Yeah. I’m definitely not one of those soft ass men you’re used to,” I say before I reply.
Me:
That’s interesting because you seem like the type to marry one of those lames.
Jariyah:
