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One of the Satans Reapers reaches into the left side of his cut and goes to pull his weapon, which sets off a chain reaction.

Every man standing now has the end of someone else's barrel pointed at him.

Mine. Trained on the sorry fucker I want desperately to go toe to toe with, waiting for him to make one wrong move. Wanting him to give me a reason to pull my trigger. It's no surprise his gun is aimed in my direction as well.

Boulder, as he's called wipes the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand and stands. The look of pure murder blackens his stare from being blindsided and probably pissed as hell he has two fewer teeth in his head.

"You're outnumbered, so you may want to rethink what you might be contemplating. Now before my men and I start having your men dig a shallow grave for your body. I advise you to get the fuck out of town," Prez growls, ready to go rounds with the big guy.

Chapter Twelve

Emerson

It's been over a month since the blow up at Charley's with the mysterious club which has yet to show their faces in Polson again. Not that I've seen or heard anyway. I get the feeling the guys know more than they are telling. I questioned Quinn once about the topic, and his only response was it was club business. I have learned enough from the girls over the last couple of years we are not to meddle in club business. So, I accepted his answer and moved on.

It's also been five weeks since Quinn, and I became an us. It's weird how completely comfortable I am with him and how we fell into our relationship so easily. It feels like we have been together for years instead of mere weeks. Quinn crawls into bed with me each night, and I wake up in his arms every morning. I keep waiting for the moment he wakes up and realizes this is all too domestic for him and bolts, but he hasn't yet. He's proven all the fears I had before, and the misconceptions I assumed about him in the past were all wrong.

Quinn has been upfront with me about his history, about how he enjoyed the company of a different woman and had never found anyone that made him want to settle down until me. He confessed he's always wanted to find the perfect old lady and the past few years he's envied what his brothers have with their women. Quinn said he never intended on giving up on me because he knew I was that woman. I sometimes find myself wondering where we'd be now had I not been so afraid and given in to him long before I did.

Using the back of my hand, I wipe away the sweat dripping down my forehead as my feet pound the treadmill I am currently on. Glancing to my left, I see Quinn sitting outside on his bike. Every day since the fight at the bar he follows me from work to the gym, but I refuse to let him come inside.

Three weeks ago, I had my Muay Thai class with Rhett. The sport at times is very hands on and even though Rhett has been nothing but respectful and professional Quinn about lost his shit when seeing another man put his hands on my body. Thank God Rhett took the whole situation in stride. Since then I have banned Quinn from coming into the gym with me. Now he spends the hour I'm in here working out sitting outside sulking like a little kid. It probably doesn't help that I made the mistake of telling Quinn about Rhett asking me out in the past. I thought for sure I saw steam coming out of his ears, but quickly assured him that I politely declined the gym owner's offer. However, I am still friends with Rhett and will continue working out here and continue with my classes. He is just going to have to trust me just as I have to believe him when it comes to other women, considering his past is a hell of a lot more active than mine ever was.

Hearing two women on the ellipticals next to me talking and giggling catches my attention, especially when they both keep cutting their eyes towards the entrance where they see Quinn leaning against the window smoking a cigarette and talking on his phone. So, I bring the speed of my treadmill down to a slow but steady walk to try and catch what they are saying.

"Girl look at him. God, he's sexy," blondie says to her big boobed friend.

"Hell, yeah he is. I bet he has a big dick too. I could ride him all night."

"You should go for it girl," blondie encourages, causing me to see red.

Oh, hell no! Stepping off the machine, I stride up behind the two bitches just as big boobs begins tugging on her top pulling it down to expose her cleavage. I'm about to tap the little whore on her shoulder and confront her when an arm snags me around my waist, and Quinn's intoxicating smell instantly calms me.

"Ready to get out of here, Sunshine?" he rumbles loud enough for the two women to hear and they turn their heads in our direction.

"I sure am," I smile smugly at big boobs. "I was going to shower first, but we can do that at home," I add for good measure while enjoying the way the slut looks at me with envy before she huffs and walks off.

"I love when you get all territorial, babe. Makes my dick hard as a rock," he rasps in my ear. He's not lying. I can feel his erection digging into my back. I swear I don't recognize the person I am right now. I don't act catty ever, and I don't get jealous. "I love how you're this prim and proper doctor on the outside, but on the inside, you're a hellcat."

Rolling my eyes, I wiggle out of his embrace. "Can we go now before your head gets any bigger?" I remark dryly.

"First admit you were jealous. My hellcat was about to unleash her claws because another woman was lookin' at her man."

Fuck! I know Quinn is not going to let this go, especially not after the way I got on to him about being jealous over Rhett.

"Come on, babe. It's only three little words," he teases.

Crossing my arms over my chest and gritting my teeth, I swallow my pride and give him what he wants. "I was jealous. You happy?" I try to sass, but my words fall short when he steals my breath by taking my mouth with his in one of the most toe-curling heated kisses I have ever experience. When Quinn breaks our kiss, he looks down at me with mischief in his eyes. "Let's go home and play doctor."

Two hours later I untangle myself from Quinn's arms, climb out of bed, snag my white lab coat off the floor and slip it on over my naked body. I must confess I love Quinn's adventurous side.

"Where're you going, babe?"

"I'm going to the kitchen to get some water, I'll be right back," I say while taking the time to rake my eyes over his body as he lies in my bed with his back propped up against the headboard. Quinn doesn't have as much ink has his brother's do. Along with his club piece on his back, he has a full sleeve on his left arm. His sleeve consists of a motorcycle piston, skulls and a large compass that takes up almost his entire forearm. Gabriel does beautiful work. I've been considering letting him ink me.

"Thought you were going to get some water?" Quinn teases calling me out on my blatant ogling.

Ignoring his arrogant smirk, I turn and make my way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I pull out a bottle of water, twist the cap off and down half the contents. A second later my front door opens, and I am stunned by who just barged in and water spews out of my mouth. "Mom, Dad, what are you two doing here?" When neither of them answers, I notice my dad is looking everywhere but at me and my mother's mouth is hanging open in shock. It's then I realize what I'm wearing. Shit! Just as I am pulling my coat tight around my body to cover up as much as I possibly can, Quinn makes himself known at the worst possible moment.