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moved from the bed, taking the
blanket with me. I kept it tight to my chest and I swallowed a big lump in my
throat.
    “ I
went to see if he knew anything about the shooting at the bar, ” I said. “ I can ’ t
stop thinking about it. Okay? The bullets flying around. The bullets hitting
people, hitting Pep. Whoever did it … if they wanted us dead, Layne, we ’ d
be dead. But we weren ’ t
killed. Why? I want to know why. ”
    My bottom lip shook.
    Layne stood defiant, looking down
at me as I inched closer to him.
    “ Asking why is going to drive you insane, ” Layne said. “ Let me do what
I have to do to fix it all. ”
    “ You
said the shooter wore a Devil Call cut. How am I supposed to feel protected
here? ”
    “ Yeah,
I can accept that. But you saw what your old man gave you, right? Nothing but
bullshit paranoia. Because his ass is on the line. He ’ s got Oakville to answer to. He ’ s got the mafia to answer to.
And he ’ s got me to answer
to. And I bring the war. I bring Devil Call MC. Nobody wants that fight. ”
    I was turned on again. I loved when
Layne talked tough. Because he could back it up.
    “ I
didn ’ t mean to cause a
problem, ” I said. “ I wanted to help. I wanted to
know the truth. Goddammit, I just want the truth. ”
    “ The
truth? That ’ s what you
want? ” Layne put a finger
under my chin and lifted my head back. “ The
truth is that the second I walked into this fucking clubhouse I saw you. And I
instantly wanted to protect you. The truth is that there ’ s bad shit waiting out there for us both,
sweetheart. For the MC. The truth is that you need to trust in me and let me do
my job. The truth … is I ’ m giving you all of the truth. ”
    And there it was. Some sense of
honesty, even if some was missing. Christ, it hurt my heart to hear that. Layne
slid his finger along my chin to my jaw. He was then holding my jaw with his
thumb and pointer. He inched down at me, kissing me. My hand opened, dropping
the sheet. His other hand touched my breast, cupping under it, his thumb
rolling over my nipple, sending warm fire through my body.
    Fuck.
    We kissed and kissed.
    Finally, Layne pulled away. He
shook his head. “ You ’ ll understand everything
someday, sweetheart. Not today. Not tonight. If you ever try to fucking leave
here again, I ’ ll track you
down and I ’ ll kill you
myself. ”
    Layne kissed my forehead and backed
away from me.
    I stood there, naked, desperate for
him.
    “ I
have business, ” Layne said. “ You stay here tonight. Don ’ t leave the fucking bed. ”
    Layne walked out of the room.
    My body ached and shivered.
    I ’ ll kill you myself …
    It made no fucking sense, but that
turned me on. I was in big trouble with Layne.
     

14.
     
    (Layne)
     
    I threw a shot of whiskey back and
let it burn down my throat. I sat in a leather chair in a dim room. Outside the
room, music thumped. People out there were tossing money around like it was
free, hoping to get the right attention from the right woman.
    The black curtain moved and two
women came walking through. They grabbed money out of their thongs, walking
topless, large breasts bouncing. Their skin was glistening with sweat and
shinning with glitter. They looked at me and paused.
    “ Ladies, ” I said.
    One woman had darker skin, the
other one more pale. Their contrasts made them even more enticing. I had to
make fists and cool myself down.
    “ Am
I in your way? ” I asked.
    “ Hardly, ” pale skin, blue eyes said. “ You looking for someone private?
I can arrange that. Free. ”
    “ Both
of us, ” the other woman
said. “ You know how it
goes. ” She leaned forward,
her tits inches from my face. She touched the President ’ s patch on my cut. “ Mr.
President. ”
    I grabbed her wrist and waved her
away. “ Not fucking
interested. ”
    “ Then
why are you here? ”
    “ For
me, ” another voice.
    From my left came Jessa. Wearing a
long black robe, her hair pulled back. She