Page 33 of Monster

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I walkedinto the meeting room of the compound, a little building located on the same land as my bar, maybe about a mile or so apart from each other.

The bar could be seen from the window a small distance away, leading off to the open road.

I got here before everyone else and took a sip of my coffee as I looked out the window.

It was early.

Too early.

The sun had barely risen over the horizon, and after talking to Blue, a new patch member I had put in front of Emmy’s hotel room, I learned she was still in there. Probably still asleep, exhausted from the night.

I knew the feeling.

I was fucking exhausted, yet I hadn’t gotten any sleep last night. There was still so much shit that needed to be done.

Braxton’s flight had already been booked, and I needed to decide what I wanted to do with the little wildcat.

I could do what I did with Braxton and send her far away until the danger passed, but people usually didn’t like it when you sent them away against their will.

Something told me my little wildcat wouldn’t like it either. The only alternative was to keep her close to me.

Fuck, but I could feel a small smile forming on my face at the thought.

It wouldn’t be any fucking hardship.

But I wasn’t like Roman.

I didn’t take a woman simply because I became obsessed with her.

That shit seemed to be working out well for him though, considering he was set to marry his girl soon, but Emmy was… different.

I didn’t want to marry the wildcat.

I couldn’t, not with the shit I’d done and would do in the foreseeable and distant future.

Any woman I claimed as mine would be living with a target on her back.

And Emmy wasn’t like my boys. She wouldn’t grow big and strong like Braxton would, able to protect herself from danger. She wasn’t big and strong like Kai.

The girl might be tiny, but she was probably in her mid-twenties. She was done growing.

Not that there was anything wrong with her body.

Fuck, but the memory of her curves pressed against me on the back of the bike was seared in my mind. The way her sweet pussy was pressed up against me every time I throttled the engine and pushed the bike forward…

I shifted in my seat.

It wouldn’t do me any fucking good to get a hard-on before seeing my men.

Sure enough, the first bike on the road appeared through the window.

I watched as Micah drove in. The huge fucker was easy to identify.

I waited a bit for him to park his bike and come inside.

He sauntered in, his face expressionless as usual, the cold silver eyes of his glinting in the morning light.

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