Page 63 of Jett

“I told you I can’t drink.”

“Oh, honey, this isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

“Why does the idea of kids scare you so much?”

“Why doesn’t it scare you?”

“Are you kidding? I’m terrified. I’m a widow who is pregnant to a man who isn’t my husband.”

“Do I need to ask who—”

“It’s Jett’s.”

She exhales. “Okay, thank God, he’s not going to have to murder Grim.”

“Grim?”

Indie laughs and throws back another shot. “You do realise Grim’s in love with you, right?”

“He’s—”

“In love with you.”

I shake my head. “He’s my friend.”

“Well, yeah, but only because you friend-zoned the poor bastard, and Jett warned him away the first day you came to work for him.”

“What?” An incredulous laugh bubbles out of my throat.

“Oh my God, Raine. Are you completely clueless?”

“Yeah, I’m thinking I might be just that.” What kind of nerve does Jett have? Warning men away from me before he even knew my circumstances? Maybe it’s completely irrational, or my special new friends—pregnancy hormones—but I’m suddenly furious with Jett. “What the hell kind of right does Jett have saying who I can and can’t date?”

“Well, right now? I’m guessing he has every right. You are carrying his offspring.”

“So what? My uterus and my body are not his property.”

“While I agree one hundred per cent, one thing I’ve learned in the past year dating Kick is that bikers don’t really possess the same kind of mental capacity for what’s right and wrong as everyone else. You know men—they’re all alpha BS. You’re mine, your pussy is mine, and I’m the only man you’ll ever need. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Bikers are complete cavemen. They’re the worst.”

“I thought you were here to make me feel better?”

“Hey, I’m just stating the facts. The way Kick tells it, Jett laid down the law to his boys the first day you began working for him. He did it to protect you.”

Indie pours another shot and downs it, pressing her hand to her chest and wrinkling her nose. If the scent wasn’t making me nauseous, I might’ve been jealous.

“He wanted to be clear you weren’t another club whore, you weren’t to be used, grabbed, or touched in any way. He actually threatened to kill anyone who defied him. You have to admit, that’s kind of sweet.”

I stare at my friend in shock. “Who are you?”

She rolls her eyes. “I get it. It was an arsehole thing to do, but it’s kind of nice having someone to watch your back. Sworn oath or not, if anyone tried to touch me, Kick would gut them like a fish. That’s kind of hot.”

I’m so troubled by this conversation, I have half a mind to take the bottle of tequila from her and drain it dry.

“Jett may have just been putting that rule in place so no one messed with you, but it’s obvious to everyone that he also did it because he wanted you for himself.”

“But he was married.”

“Yeah, to a bloodsucking, gold-digging whore.”

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