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Chapter 6

Haylee

“Haylee?”

My eyes fluttered open, and I could feel his hand on my hip. I turned onto my back and went to slide down the bed, but he stopped me.

“As much as I’d love to, darling, we have somewhere we need to be.” His voice was deep and husky and for the strange reason, I felt a shudder of delight when he called me darling.

God, if only this version of me had met me a few months ago. The one that wouldn’t settle for anyone. The one that was head strong. The one growing an army of rouge men and women with my brother.

I don’t know why, but I was enjoying being submissive. Perhaps because for the first time in my life, the headshots weren’t dependant on me. The money rolling in the bank wasn’t depending on the crimes I would do. Also, I knew I wasn’t adding to or shaming my brother’s reputation. I think that was the biggest pressure that was off my shoulders.

I could be whoever I wanted to be in Lucian’s bed, as long as I answered to him.

He positioned me up. “Need to deal with the bastards who left the room unguarded.” He reached for the bedside table, taking one hand off me. He plucked a cigarette from the ashtray, one I knew wasn’t his first for the day.

I wasn’t sure if I should comment or not on the fact that his men fucked off when they were needed. I knew that if they had to answer to me, then the punishment they would get would be slow death. I wasn’t being dramatic, either. It was important that other members knew that when they were needed, they were expected to fight. If they all thought there was no punishment to leaving their post and they could escape their time of need and live to tell the tale, well then no one would stand up the day you needed them.

I had a sneaking feeling that Lucian thought the same, but I couldn’t be sure.

I saw a debate in his eyes, and it was the first time I saw him somewhat torn.

“Are you okay?” The question escaped my lips before I knew what I was saying. “Sorry . . .. I didn’t mean it.” I quickly backtracked.

“No.”

My eyes shot to him, not believing he had just confirmed what I thought.

“Need to kill them to send a real message. But one is the nephew of an old timer. Isn’t the first time he has abandoned his post.” Lucian ran a hand through his hair. “Not your problem.”

That was where he was wrong. There was always another option to not dealing with your problems head on. Hell, Harley used to do it all the time to me when he couldn’t deal with the punishment.

“He put Massie’s life, as well as her friends’ lives, in danger.”

“I know.”

“They’re too young to carry out the deed that needs to be done in order to make it settled.”

“I know!” he snapped at me.

“But my life was also put in danger—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. Was I really willing to carry out the punishment so Lucian didn’t have to?

“Don’t expect that of you.” He threw the blankets up, looking slightly shocked that I would offer. “And,” he looked back at me, “for the record, we aren’t anything. Ya my property. I don’t need you helping.”

Well that was mean.

“Ya mine in the bed, and anywhere else I decide. That is your only concern.” He picked up his T-shirt from the ground and I knew that was the end of the conversation.

I was his sex tool, nothing more, nothing less. He didn’t even really care that my life had been put in danger the other day. He only cared about Massie’s life. But I guess that was how it should be.

* * *

I took a sharp breath in as I walked down the hallway and into the clubhouse. All day I had stayed in Lucian’s room. I scanned the clubhouse, and it seemed like a party must be happening this weekend. I wasn’t sure what the day was, or the date anymore—I had lost track after the whole no sleep thing. The sun went up and the sun went down, that was all I knew.

I moved through the bar, heading for the front door. I needed some fresh air. The only fresh air I got was when I got Massie out of the car and even then, I hadn’t enjoyed it because I hadn’t realised it.

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