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“Let me guess. Not your type? Called that one. You probably like the type of girl who works out with you. Hits the gym for three hours a day.”

“No, you’re definitely my type. Actually, I don’t really have a type, but there are a couple of reasons this would never work with us. The first? You’re too damn young. I’m fifteen years older than you.”

“And the second?”

“I’m not good for a girl like you.”

Tilting her head, Jamie frowns. “Definitely not the response I expected. Why are you no good for a girl like me? Because you’re in a motorcycle club?”

“I’m just going to be direct with you. I’m an obsessive and possessive motherfucker.”

“What does that mean?”

“I want to be the center of my woman’s world. Most women find that to be a very unhealthy relationship. You come from a generation of independent women, which is cool, and I’m all about girl power, but I want someone completely and totally devoted to me. Dependent on me for almost all of her needs.”

He expects her to be disgusted and turned off. Instead, she smiles at him. “After years of never being seen or looked at in disgust, it doesn’t sound all that bad. Being the center of someone’s world doesn’t sound like it would suck.”

“You say that now, but you’ve never been in a situation like that. I have to know where my girl is every moment of every day. She has to check with me before making plans, and I have to approve of her circle. Which will be very small. No one I disapprove of is able to be in her life.”

Her look changes, and he can’t tell if she’s intrigued or disgusted. “Really?”

“On the plus side, though, I’ll burn an entire city to the ground for her.”

Chuckling, Jamie leans back in the booth. “I know you’re trying to talk me out of wanting to be with a guy like you, but if you understood just how alone I’ve been for so long, you’d realize it’s doing the complete opposite. I have abandonment issues, and it’s probably not hard to guess that I also have daddy issues, so the age difference doesn’t really bother me.”

Fuck me.“Is that right?”

“I have a maturity level that generally reaches far beyond the average twenty-two-year-old.”

“I’m not the one for you, baby doll. Trust me. You deserve something more.”

“Why are you nice to me?”

The question takes Undertaker by surprise, and he stares at her. “That’s like asking why the sun shines. Would you rather I act like an asshole to you?”

“No, but I kind of expected you not to give me the time of day. Indifferent more than an asshole, I guess. So… Why are you nice to me?”

Because I’d give anything to fuck you and call you mine, baby doll.“You’re my type, but you’re too young and not even close to ready for what I have to offer.”

“Damn my age,” she says and purses her lips. “How much older do I have to be? Because I can probably get my hands on a fake ID.”

His cock throbs in his jeans as he smirks at her. “Nice try, baby doll. Nice try.”

Chapter Eight

Griffin’s Beach

Marnie

Taking a deep breath, Marnie squares her shoulders and walks into the clubhouse. She’s been inside this building less than a handful of times, but she was told Lex would be here tonight.

I guess she’s here more often than she was in the Summerville clubhouse.

The moment she looks around, she sees Venom with a black-haired woman who looks like the definition of crazy perched on his lap. She eye-fucks Marnie, and it gives her a small bit of satisfaction. This woman wouldn’t be so put out seeing Marnie if she wasn’t seen as a threat.

Seeing him with her hurts, but she can’t say she doesn’t deserve the punishment after what she put him through. Late at night, hearing the pain in his voice as he told her that they couldn’t continue doing what they’d been doing plays in her mind on a loop. It’s hard to sleep, and she knows the only way to move past it is to make it right. Or go out in a blaze of glory trying.

Lex looks up at her, and there’s surprise on her face as Marnie stands in front of her table. She sits with a few women Marnie doesn’t know but recognizes. “What are you doing here?”

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