Read Online The Way I Like It (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, #5) by Sam Crescent, Jenika Snow - Free Book Online

hauling her up against him. “Don’t tell them anything.”
    “What?”
    “They’ll ask why you’re bruised. Don’t tell them about the attack, because they might get pushy and try to fish for more.”
    “They’ll wonder who you are.”
    ‘Tell them I’m your boyfriend if it gets them to shut up faster.”
    “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
    “You do now.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “Don’t be long.”
    She was stunned for a second, but then rushed toward the backroom where the locker was.
    “What the hell happened?” Annie asked, rushing up to her.
    Elena sighed. “It’s nothing. Some guy at my apartment complex was high or something. He tripped, knocking into me, and I fell. If it wasn’t for Striker, I wouldn’t be talking to you guys right now.”
    “Striker?”
    She swallowed her nerves. “My boyfriend, the guy I came in with.” Saying the words felt right to her, and she couldn’t help but smile. Maybe there was a chance of making him hers. The more she thought about it, the more heat she felt move through her. Elena liked Striker; she was attracted to him, and she wanted him.
    Show him there’s no other woman out there like you. Give him no reason not to want you.
    “He’s yours?” Sasha asked.
    “Yes, he is.” It might not be the truth, but it felt great to say it. There was no chance she wanted to lose the one man who made her feel alive.

Chapter Twelve

    A fter about an hour, Striker left and went out to his SUV. As soon as the door was closed, his cell went off. Keeping his focus on the diner, he answered it.
    “Yeah?” he said in a clipped tone.
    “Got the info you wanted.”
    “Good. I’ll be at the club, but I need you to send a prospect.” Striker gave Nerd the address to the diner and hung up. He needed to know all there was about Elena’s family, and he needed to know it all sooner rather than later. But he wouldn’t leave her alone, so until the prospect showed up, he’d watch her like his life depended on it.
    And it really fucking felt like it.
    Twenty minute later, and Punk— one of the prospects that still had a good chunk of bitch time with the club before he’d be considered Patched-in— pulled up in his pick-up. He cut the engine, climbed out, and walked up to the driver’s side window of Striker’s SUV.
    “You want me watching a woman?” Punk asked.
    Striker looked at the diner again, saw Elena helping a customer, and nodded. “See the young woman with the dark hair?”
    “The one with the sweet fucking curves?”
    Striker snapped his head toward Punk and growled, not able to help the possessive and proprietary feeling that rose up in him like a violent beast. “You watch your fucking mouth.”
    Punk lifted his hands in surrender.
    “Show some damn respect. She’s mine, and if you say anything disrespectful about her again, I’ll rip out your fucking tongue. You hear me?”
    “Loud and clear, Striker.”
    Striker glared at Punk a little while longer and then exhaled. “You watch her like a damn hawk. You don’t let her out of your sight.”
    “Got it. Do you want me to hang back or go inside?”
    “Go inside. I’d prefer if you’re right there, but wait until I come back out. I want to let her know what’s going on so she doesn’t freak out.”
    Punk nodded and Striker climbed out of the SUV. He headed back into the diner, searched for Elena, and when he found her, he cornered her.
    “What’s wrong?” she asked, a towel in her hand, her eyes slightly wide.
    “Nothing.” He looked into her bright eyes, felt something pull deep inside of him, and knew that he couldn’t just walk away. Striker didn’t know what it was about her, why she called to the possessive side of him, but he knew that he had to have her. He didn’t want to rush her or frighten her with his needs, but he also couldn’t hide how he felt ... whatever those emotions were.
    Striker had never felt anything remotely affectionate toward a woman, had never wanted