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Chapter 9

Haylee

I was flicking through the television channels, wondering what the hell was going on. Harley had left a message, that much I knew. But what it said, I had no idea. Lucina left as soon as he heard it and I was beginning to think that he wasn’t coming back or the next person who walked through that door would be Harley and Lucian.

My heart skipped a beat when the door cracked open.

“Fuck, are you okay?” I abandoned the television remote and my thoughts of seeing Harley on the couch and rushed to Lucian.

“Gee, whoever got you, got you good,” I said without thought.

“Fuck off!” He wracked my hand off his face. “Don’t need ya fucking help.”

I bit my tongue. He needed to ice his eye, if he didn’t it would swell shut.

“Who did that to you?” My eyes dropped to the ground. Now was the moment I’d be testing if Lucian was going to be honest with me like I had been trying with him. But I supposed if he wasn’t, it didn’t mean anything. He didn’t love me. I was his property, that was it.

I didn’t say anything when he adverted his eyes. Then I froze, my hand on the door handle. I clenched my eyes shut. As submissive as I wanted to be, I couldn’t not acknowledge this. I took a steady breath in. “I know it was Harley,” I said clearly, then opened the door and walked out, heading to the kitchen for ice.

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“Didn’t expect you to come back.” That was the first thing I heard when I walked back into Lucian’s bedroom. “Thought ya would have taken the chance to run.”

I moved towards him, then applied the ice to his eye. He hissed in pain from the ice.

“And what would that achieve?” I spoke softly and looked into his non-covered eye. “I am repaying my debt to the club. You did me a favour when you claimed me. You didn’t have to . . ..” I moved on my knees closer to him. “I’m yours now, Lucian, I’m not leaving.”

Possession covered his eyes. “Where did you want your next tattoo?”

I frowned. Okay . . . that was a random question. “I do them on impulse. I don’t have another one planned.”

“Well, start giving it some thought, sweetheart.” He kissed my forehead before he got up and moved around the couch.

I blinked a few times in shock. He had called me sweetheart and kissed me as if I was more than just some thing he had to look after.

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