Page 9 of War

“Ora? What happened? Are you okay?” he asks, his deep voice laced with anger.

I give him a quick rundown, and he asks me what the man looks like. “Shaved head, tattoos, a beard…”

“Ghost,” he snarls, and I hear a banging noise in the background. “Angel, go find Ghost and bring him to me.”

“On it,” I hear the man called Angel reply.

I end the call, not needing to say or hear anything else.

An hour later, I hear the thundering roar of motorcycles and look outside to investigate. Three bikes are parked in my driveway.Fucking wonderful. War gets off his black Harley first, and I can’t help but notice his strong thighs and have a flashback of me on my knees between them. He storms up to my door, and I open it as he’s lifting his hand to knock.

“I’m not going to get any peace anymore, am I?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

War gives me a once-over as if making sure I’m okay. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.Will it, Ghost?”

Behind War stands Ghost and Bones. I’m pretty sure it’s Bones, anyway. I think I’ve found the slightest tell to identify the twins.

“No, VP,” Ghost mutters, turning to me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know who you are.”

Didn’t know who I am? What difference does it make?

“What I am is a woman who doesn’t want to be harassed.” Especially by a man who just fucked my neighbor. I sigh, bringing my gaze back to War. “Thank you for the apology. It was unnecessary, but thank you.”

Bones is scowling at Ghost, and it’s clear they aren’t happy with him showing up at my door and offering me his dick.

The two of them return to their bikes, leaving me alone with War. He reaches out his hand and runs his rough thumb gently along my cheek. “No one fucks with you, baby. It won’t happen again, you hear me? He shows up here again, I’ll kill him myself.”

He says it so matter-of-factly. How did I not see this man for who he is under the nice clothes, charming smiles, and sensual dance moves that night? Or maybe I sensed that he was the biggest and the baddest, and that’s what drew me to him.

“War.”

“We’re not as bad as you think, Ora,” he mutters, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “But don’t worry. I called Church to let the men know who you are. You just became the safest and most protected woman in the city.”

His expression is open and honest, making it hard to stay angry at him.

“Church? Are you religious?”

His eyes sparkle with mirth. “No, it just means a club meeting.”

Oh.

“Why were you at the hotel that night?” I ask, something I’ve been wanting to know. The twins said he doesn’t have a girlfriend, so he obviously wasn’t sneaking around behind a woman’s back.

“It was my sister’s wedding,” he replies, his brows drawing together. He rakes his fingers through his dark hair, which is longer on top. “The reception was held there, so I got a room.”

That explains the shirt and dress pants.

And the lack of leather.

What a lie my first impression of him was.

We continue staring at each other, and I don’t know what he wants from me. His eyes scan mine until he ducks his head and growls out, “Fuck it.” And then he kisses me, sucking on my lower lip and drawing it into his mouth until I open for him. He takes control of the kiss, taking what he wants from me and yet giving even more in return. He lifts and carries me outside my door, pushing me back against the brick wall and devours me.

In every sense.

The world around us blurs.

In the back of my head, I know his men are on their bikes, probably watching, but it still feels like it’s just us. His lips leave mine, but only to trail up my neck, sucking on my skin. “I tried to stay away from you, baby.”

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