stopped when he was a few feet from her. “But before you say anything, I want you to know what you’d be getting yourself into if you agreed to it.”
And there was the ball being dropped, because whatever Malice had to tell her most likely wasn’t anything good.
Chapter Six
What in the fuck are you doing, Malice? That was the thought that passed right through his head when told Adrianna about a job in Colorado. What the hell was he thinking offering her something that didn’t even exist? And if she actually accepted the offer, even after all of the bad shit he was about to tell her, he was going to have to deal with the possible blowback from bringing an outsider to the club for protection. But he hadn’t been able to help himself, and he had already said the words before he even realized what in the hell he was doing. He exhaled and ran his hand though his hair, which was getting a little too long. He grabbed the chair over by where he had just been standing and pulled it over so he could sit in front of her. For a second all he did was stare at his hands, trying to figure out what in the hell he was going to say. Did he even have a job that she could do if she agreed to come with him? He was sure he could find something for her within the club, but he would have to get it okayed by Lucien and the rest of the members. He hadn’t even talked to Lucien, and although they had former pros working jobs with the MC that had nothing to do with putting out, those girls had put in their time or were recovering from a traumatic past.
But wasn’t that the same thing going on with Adrianna? She was hurt and needed a safe haven. He could provide that for her. He wanted to provide that for her. What Malice did know with so much fucking certainty that he could have choked on that shit was the fact he couldn’t let her just disappear. He didn’t know why he felt that way, and didn’t question it. His instincts told him she needed to stay close, and he always went with what his gut said.
“ My home club is in River Run, Colorado.” He looked up at her with his eyes only and kept his head downcast. “I can’t say for sure what kind of job you would be doing, but it sure as fuck wouldn’t have anything to do with selling your body.” He straightened in his seat and rubbed his hands over the worn denim that covered his thighs. She hadn’t said anything in response, but there was this very uncertain and surprised look on her face. “I know this is a really random and insane suggestion, but I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t have a problem with leaving you at the bank to find your own way.” He leaned back in the chair, and the wood creaked from his weight.
“And if I said just leave me at the bank, you would be okay with that?”
He didn’t miss the way she kept picking at the edge of her shirt. At least Marx and brought in a change of clothes for her this morning. She was no longer in those near to transparent tank and shorts, and now wore a pair of these black legging type pants that formed to her like a damn second skin. At least her shirt was long and covered her ass, because he had seen the way the stretch material of her pants had molded to the big, lush mounds. The thought that every damn biker in this place would be jerking off to that sight at some point pissed him off. He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Totally your call. I’m not going to strap you down to my bike and make you go anywhere.” No, he wouldn’t, but fucking hell just thinking about watching her walk away, possibly falling into the same life she was trying to run from, had him uneasy.
“I mean, not that I won’t forever be grateful that you and the others helped me, because I will be, every single day.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I just think going with you might not be the best thing for either of us.”
He wasn’t going to argue how that wasn’t the case, or beg her to come with him. He meant it when
And there was the ball being dropped, because whatever Malice had to tell her most likely wasn’t anything good.
Chapter Six
What in the fuck are you doing, Malice? That was the thought that passed right through his head when told Adrianna about a job in Colorado. What the hell was he thinking offering her something that didn’t even exist? And if she actually accepted the offer, even after all of the bad shit he was about to tell her, he was going to have to deal with the possible blowback from bringing an outsider to the club for protection. But he hadn’t been able to help himself, and he had already said the words before he even realized what in the hell he was doing. He exhaled and ran his hand though his hair, which was getting a little too long. He grabbed the chair over by where he had just been standing and pulled it over so he could sit in front of her. For a second all he did was stare at his hands, trying to figure out what in the hell he was going to say. Did he even have a job that she could do if she agreed to come with him? He was sure he could find something for her within the club, but he would have to get it okayed by Lucien and the rest of the members. He hadn’t even talked to Lucien, and although they had former pros working jobs with the MC that had nothing to do with putting out, those girls had put in their time or were recovering from a traumatic past.
But wasn’t that the same thing going on with Adrianna? She was hurt and needed a safe haven. He could provide that for her. He wanted to provide that for her. What Malice did know with so much fucking certainty that he could have choked on that shit was the fact he couldn’t let her just disappear. He didn’t know why he felt that way, and didn’t question it. His instincts told him she needed to stay close, and he always went with what his gut said.
“ My home club is in River Run, Colorado.” He looked up at her with his eyes only and kept his head downcast. “I can’t say for sure what kind of job you would be doing, but it sure as fuck wouldn’t have anything to do with selling your body.” He straightened in his seat and rubbed his hands over the worn denim that covered his thighs. She hadn’t said anything in response, but there was this very uncertain and surprised look on her face. “I know this is a really random and insane suggestion, but I’d be lying if I said that I wouldn’t have a problem with leaving you at the bank to find your own way.” He leaned back in the chair, and the wood creaked from his weight.
“And if I said just leave me at the bank, you would be okay with that?”
He didn’t miss the way she kept picking at the edge of her shirt. At least Marx and brought in a change of clothes for her this morning. She was no longer in those near to transparent tank and shorts, and now wore a pair of these black legging type pants that formed to her like a damn second skin. At least her shirt was long and covered her ass, because he had seen the way the stretch material of her pants had molded to the big, lush mounds. The thought that every damn biker in this place would be jerking off to that sight at some point pissed him off. He lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “Totally your call. I’m not going to strap you down to my bike and make you go anywhere.” No, he wouldn’t, but fucking hell just thinking about watching her walk away, possibly falling into the same life she was trying to run from, had him uneasy.
“I mean, not that I won’t forever be grateful that you and the others helped me, because I will be, every single day.” She looked down at her hands in her lap. “I just think going with you might not be the best thing for either of us.”
He wasn’t going to argue how that wasn’t the case, or beg her to come with him. He meant it when
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