Page 20 of Jett

The boys let out a chorus of agreement.

“Get the fuck out, and find me something useful.” I lean back in my seat as they all file from the room and interact with the women and children. It isn’t long before my gaze is drawn to the bar. If Tank would move his huge fucking body, I’d have an unobstructed view of my bartender. Which reminds me, she shouldn’t be out of bed, period, much less serving these idiots drinks.

I get up and stalk out of the room, across the main clubhouse lounge and directly behind the bar. Raine spins on her heels toward me, stumbling back when we come face to face. I grab her arm and yank her out from behind the bar into the closet we use for supplies. For a minute, I forget that she’s injured, and that my goal in coming over here is to stop her from doing the very thing I’m doing now—hurting.

Raine gasps and I let her go once she has her footing. Her brow is creased with pain and tears well in her eyes.Fuck.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask.

She sniffs as her gaze meets mine. “I’m working, or I was until you manhandled me.”

“No more work until you’re better.”

“Jett—”

“I mean it,” I snap. “The last thing I need is a fucking lawyer breathing down my neck demanding compensation.”

“I’m not going to sue you, if that’s what you’re thinking?”

I don’t know what the fuck I’m thinking. I lose all fucking sanity when we’re in the same room. I exhale loudly and tug at my hair. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re not fuckin’ fine.”

“I—”

“I’m losing my goddamn mind, Angel.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Havin’ you here, seein’ you hurt. I can’t ...” I run my hands over my face and stare at the popcorn tiles on the ceiling.Fuck! I gotta get a goddamn grip.My wife is here, probably saw that whole goddamn exchange, and all I wanna do is wrap Raine in my arms and never let go.

“You can’t what?” she prompts.

I take another step toward her and press my hand against the shelf by her head. “I can’t stop fuckin’ wantin’ you.”

Raine sucks in a sharp breath, and the hurt in her eyes, on her face—it’s the final fucking straw. The last thread of my restraint snaps, and I kiss her. My hand cups her face, and I drive my tongue into her mouth the way I want to fuck her: hard, cruel, and like every part of her is mine. She kisses me back, just as vicious, just as needy, and it does my fucking head in. Since I met her, I’ve thought of nothing but owning her, and when it comes to this woman, I’ve thought a lot. My dick strains against my leathers and I pull her body against mine, needing to feel every inch of her petite frame.

“Prez?” Killer says from the doorway.Fuck!“Woah. Sorry.” The kid averts his gaze to the laptop in his hand. “I didn’t ... er ... I found ... I’ll ... I’ll come back.”

“What the fuck are you talkin’ about, kid?”

“The Russians. I found them. They’re at a warehouse on the bay in Rozelle.”

“You’re sure?”

“One hundred per cent, Prez.”

I slide my gaze back to Raine, the pink in her cheeks, her swollen lips that I just want to keep kissing. Those Russian fucks almost killed her, not once or twice, but three goddamn times. I’m gonna make sure none of them are left alive and breathing. “Round everyone up. Tell them to get their arses back here. We’re riding out.”

Killer glances at Raine and then at me, and the cocky little shit smirks before walking away. I may just murder that kid before he even has a chance to move up in our ranks.

I exhale loudly. “I gotta go.”

“Jett, that kiss. We shouldn’t have—”

“Yes, we should’ve.” I reach out and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and glance at her lips.I miss them already. “Later. We’ll talk later.”

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