if he doesn’t know me that well?
“You barely know me,” I mumble looking down.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “It doesn’t matter. I will always protect you; I can’t help feeling like I need to make sure you are protected at all costs.”
He leans forward, and our mouths connect. It isn’t like it normally is all full of passion and claiming. This time it’s sweet, and almost like he’s afraid of something happening.
The door opens and I hear a throat clear behind us. “Stop making out on my porch like a couple of horny teens,” Brant says with a grin.
Jase flips him off before we both stand up. He pulls me against him, and Brant just smirks. “I’m gonna get her to the clubhouse. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” He pulls me with him, and I can’t wait to get back to the safety of his room at the clubhouse. Before we can even get back on the bike, a car comes rushing up the drive and right towards us.
Jase pushes me behind him, and he pulls out a gun. I see Brant do the same from the corner of my eye. He gets on his phone, and barks out a few orders before standing next to Jase.
The car comes to a halt and I see him, but he can’t see me from where I’m standing.
“Where is she?” he demands.
“Don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” Jase sneers.
“If you don’t fucking turn that little bitch over, I will take every one of you motherfuckers down,” Saxton threatens.
“Looks like you’ll need a whole hell of a lot more men to do that,” Brant says with humor in his voice.
My fingers grip the back of Jase’s shirt, and I can feel myself starting to have a panic attack.
Before Saxton can say anything else, I hear the roar of motorcycles coming closer. His eyes widen for a split second, and then he puts his mask of composure back on. “Just give me the little bitch and I won’t cause you any problems,” he says looking back at the motorcycles that are now coming to a stop behind him.
“You won’t ever fucking touch a hair on her head. She belongs to me, so you can go fuck yourself.” Jase starts to move forward, but my grip on him keeps him from going too far forward.
He stops before Saxton can see me.
“I suggest you stay the fuck off my property, or next time you’ll have a bullet in you,” Brant snarls. Saxton looks around at all the bikers, and finally gets in his car. He points his fingers at Jase like a gun, and acts like he shoots him.
My whole body goes numb. He did that same thing to me before I started running.
Arms come around me, and I can hear a bunch of people talking all at the same time, but I can’t process any of it.
The next thing I know, I’m in a bedroom, and Jase is still holding me tightly to his body. When I finally look up at him, I know there are tears streaming down my face. He wipes them with his thumbs, and gently kisses my cheeks.
“You okay?” His voice is low, and he looks worried about me even though he is the one that just got threatened.
“He’s going to come after you. It’s all my fault. I should have never come here,” I sob into his chest.
His hand covers the back of my head, and I just cry.
“Sugar, I’ll be fine. I can protect myself. My brother’s will protect me. Don’t worry about me,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
“What if he hurts you?” I ask. The tears continue to fall, and I don’t see an end in sight.
“It will take a lot to get rid of me babe. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” I cuddle into his embrace.
There’s a knock at the door, and he doesn’t even move to answer it. I see Brant duck his head in for a second before he opens the door. “Hey, a prospect followed him out of town. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be back.”
“Thanks B. Next time we’ll be ready to blow that asshole into next year,” Jase mutters. I can’t help but giggle at his statement.
Brant laughs, tells us
“You barely know me,” I mumble looking down.
He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. “It doesn’t matter. I will always protect you; I can’t help feeling like I need to make sure you are protected at all costs.”
He leans forward, and our mouths connect. It isn’t like it normally is all full of passion and claiming. This time it’s sweet, and almost like he’s afraid of something happening.
The door opens and I hear a throat clear behind us. “Stop making out on my porch like a couple of horny teens,” Brant says with a grin.
Jase flips him off before we both stand up. He pulls me against him, and Brant just smirks. “I’m gonna get her to the clubhouse. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.” He pulls me with him, and I can’t wait to get back to the safety of his room at the clubhouse. Before we can even get back on the bike, a car comes rushing up the drive and right towards us.
Jase pushes me behind him, and he pulls out a gun. I see Brant do the same from the corner of my eye. He gets on his phone, and barks out a few orders before standing next to Jase.
The car comes to a halt and I see him, but he can’t see me from where I’m standing.
“Where is she?” he demands.
“Don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” Jase sneers.
“If you don’t fucking turn that little bitch over, I will take every one of you motherfuckers down,” Saxton threatens.
“Looks like you’ll need a whole hell of a lot more men to do that,” Brant says with humor in his voice.
My fingers grip the back of Jase’s shirt, and I can feel myself starting to have a panic attack.
Before Saxton can say anything else, I hear the roar of motorcycles coming closer. His eyes widen for a split second, and then he puts his mask of composure back on. “Just give me the little bitch and I won’t cause you any problems,” he says looking back at the motorcycles that are now coming to a stop behind him.
“You won’t ever fucking touch a hair on her head. She belongs to me, so you can go fuck yourself.” Jase starts to move forward, but my grip on him keeps him from going too far forward.
He stops before Saxton can see me.
“I suggest you stay the fuck off my property, or next time you’ll have a bullet in you,” Brant snarls. Saxton looks around at all the bikers, and finally gets in his car. He points his fingers at Jase like a gun, and acts like he shoots him.
My whole body goes numb. He did that same thing to me before I started running.
Arms come around me, and I can hear a bunch of people talking all at the same time, but I can’t process any of it.
The next thing I know, I’m in a bedroom, and Jase is still holding me tightly to his body. When I finally look up at him, I know there are tears streaming down my face. He wipes them with his thumbs, and gently kisses my cheeks.
“You okay?” His voice is low, and he looks worried about me even though he is the one that just got threatened.
“He’s going to come after you. It’s all my fault. I should have never come here,” I sob into his chest.
His hand covers the back of my head, and I just cry.
“Sugar, I’ll be fine. I can protect myself. My brother’s will protect me. Don’t worry about me,” he murmurs against the top of my head.
“What if he hurts you?” I ask. The tears continue to fall, and I don’t see an end in sight.
“It will take a lot to get rid of me babe. Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” I cuddle into his embrace.
There’s a knock at the door, and he doesn’t even move to answer it. I see Brant duck his head in for a second before he opens the door. “Hey, a prospect followed him out of town. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be back.”
“Thanks B. Next time we’ll be ready to blow that asshole into next year,” Jase mutters. I can’t help but giggle at his statement.
Brant laughs, tells us
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