hooked left and right, there was another door, wide open and lighter than the others.
My eyes caught a naked woman snoozing on the ground, ass up, a massive arm around her with wicked black ink I'd recognize anywhere.
Roman. There he was, buck naked, passed out on the floor with her nasty looking pigtails draped over his barrel chest, an empty bottle of whiskey slipping from his other hand.
My knees stopped working. I jerked to a halt and stared at the unholy sight, shaking my head, trying not to have an instant meltdown.
I knew he was a bastard after our last run in. But seeing this...
Hot, painful tears stabbed the corners of my eyes. My voice hitched as I strained to catch my breath, too damned loudly for my own good. I couldn't flee before he was wide awake, couldn't escape before his huge, naked body stood up and stomped toward me.
“Fuck me with a torch,” he grunted, wiping his forehead, not even bothering to hide his nudity as he stumbled through the opening, pushing me against the wall. “What the hell are you doing here, babe?”
God. I tried to cover my ears. He really had the nerve to call me that after...after this?
“I'm not your babe, and it's none of your fucking business!”
“The fuck it isn't,” he growled. Grabbing my wrists he threw them over my head. “You're in this clubhouse. That is my business, seeing how I'm the Enforcer, and I didn't tell anybody to let you in!”
“Blackjack did, and he doesn't need your permission.” A tiny hint of satisfaction rolled through me as I watched his eyes widen.
His grip weakened, just enough for me to snatch my wrists away and slide out underneath him. It would've been a lot more satisfying if he weren't standing there totally exposed, teasing me with his statuesque muscles and furious tattoos.
Damn it all. Straight to hell. I couldn't force myself to process how a man who looked so perfect could be so fucking evil.
Just then, the whore decided to trot up to his side, barely covering her breasts. “What's going on, baby? Who's she?”
Roman's head snapped around. I seriously wondered if he was about to break her neck.
“Go back inside. This shit doesn't concern you.” Their eyes were locked for several seconds before she finally shrugged, and went back into his room, closing the door behind her.
“You should've fucking called me. The Prez should've come to me. We've got history, babe. You can't just waltz in here like this.” He took another step forward, toward me, doing absolutely nothing to hide his fuckable body.
I wasn't sure how I managed to stay angry. Somehow, I forced myself to keep my eyes glued to his face. I didn't even sneak a glimpse at the massive package swinging between his legs, the tool he used to fuck away all my senses, leaving me with a kid he knew nothing about.
And it's going to stay that way, too. You blew it, you drinking, whoring, lying asshole.
Latching onto that fire deep in my belly was the easy part. Holding on? Not so much, but I did.
“Get away from me, Roman. I need to find Beam. I don't need you. Get out of my way and go hang with your new girlfriend.”
Anger wrinkled his huge face. “You fucking around? Girlfriend? She's nothing to me. Just another club whore. Something to empty my balls in when I've had a few drinks and I wanna kick back.”
“Oh, so just like me?” My voice hardened to a harsh whisper. “That's all I was to you, right? Just another dumb blonde whore.”
His nostrils flared. Shaking his head, he lifted his fists, then turned around and banged them on the wall. The insane energy in those huge muscles made it sound like someone fired a gun point blank inside the clubhouse.
“It's not like that, Sally, and you fucking know it!” His fist shot up, pointing a raging finger at me. “You knew damned well what we started, and you decided to throw it in the goddamned trash. You could've dropped me a line any hour, any second, any fucking day, and you didn't . You drove me to
My eyes caught a naked woman snoozing on the ground, ass up, a massive arm around her with wicked black ink I'd recognize anywhere.
Roman. There he was, buck naked, passed out on the floor with her nasty looking pigtails draped over his barrel chest, an empty bottle of whiskey slipping from his other hand.
My knees stopped working. I jerked to a halt and stared at the unholy sight, shaking my head, trying not to have an instant meltdown.
I knew he was a bastard after our last run in. But seeing this...
Hot, painful tears stabbed the corners of my eyes. My voice hitched as I strained to catch my breath, too damned loudly for my own good. I couldn't flee before he was wide awake, couldn't escape before his huge, naked body stood up and stomped toward me.
“Fuck me with a torch,” he grunted, wiping his forehead, not even bothering to hide his nudity as he stumbled through the opening, pushing me against the wall. “What the hell are you doing here, babe?”
God. I tried to cover my ears. He really had the nerve to call me that after...after this?
“I'm not your babe, and it's none of your fucking business!”
“The fuck it isn't,” he growled. Grabbing my wrists he threw them over my head. “You're in this clubhouse. That is my business, seeing how I'm the Enforcer, and I didn't tell anybody to let you in!”
“Blackjack did, and he doesn't need your permission.” A tiny hint of satisfaction rolled through me as I watched his eyes widen.
His grip weakened, just enough for me to snatch my wrists away and slide out underneath him. It would've been a lot more satisfying if he weren't standing there totally exposed, teasing me with his statuesque muscles and furious tattoos.
Damn it all. Straight to hell. I couldn't force myself to process how a man who looked so perfect could be so fucking evil.
Just then, the whore decided to trot up to his side, barely covering her breasts. “What's going on, baby? Who's she?”
Roman's head snapped around. I seriously wondered if he was about to break her neck.
“Go back inside. This shit doesn't concern you.” Their eyes were locked for several seconds before she finally shrugged, and went back into his room, closing the door behind her.
“You should've fucking called me. The Prez should've come to me. We've got history, babe. You can't just waltz in here like this.” He took another step forward, toward me, doing absolutely nothing to hide his fuckable body.
I wasn't sure how I managed to stay angry. Somehow, I forced myself to keep my eyes glued to his face. I didn't even sneak a glimpse at the massive package swinging between his legs, the tool he used to fuck away all my senses, leaving me with a kid he knew nothing about.
And it's going to stay that way, too. You blew it, you drinking, whoring, lying asshole.
Latching onto that fire deep in my belly was the easy part. Holding on? Not so much, but I did.
“Get away from me, Roman. I need to find Beam. I don't need you. Get out of my way and go hang with your new girlfriend.”
Anger wrinkled his huge face. “You fucking around? Girlfriend? She's nothing to me. Just another club whore. Something to empty my balls in when I've had a few drinks and I wanna kick back.”
“Oh, so just like me?” My voice hardened to a harsh whisper. “That's all I was to you, right? Just another dumb blonde whore.”
His nostrils flared. Shaking his head, he lifted his fists, then turned around and banged them on the wall. The insane energy in those huge muscles made it sound like someone fired a gun point blank inside the clubhouse.
“It's not like that, Sally, and you fucking know it!” His fist shot up, pointing a raging finger at me. “You knew damned well what we started, and you decided to throw it in the goddamned trash. You could've dropped me a line any hour, any second, any fucking day, and you didn't . You drove me to
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