Page 83 of Jett

“He’s gonna have my balls for this. You know that, right? It ain’t enough to lose you, I gotta take the blame for letting you walk away too?”

“I’m sorry. I am.” I fight back the swell of tears. It seems all I’ve done since I met Jetthro is cry. “I just ... I can’t be with him right now. I need time.”

He shakes his head. “He’s not gonna give you that.”

“He will if he loves me.” I search his gaze, begging him to let me go. “Please?”

He sighs and releases his hold on my arm. “If you don’t wanna be found, I suggest you hide real good, sweetheart, because he will come lookin’, and he won’t stop until he has you home.”

“This isn’t my home. It never was.”

He nods and tucks my hair behind my ear, leaning in to press a kiss to my forehead.

I wrap my arms around him and breathe him in. “Thank you.”

“You’re gonna get me killed, but I never could say no to you.” I pull away and Grim looks at Indie. “You better know what you’re doing, and you better keep her safe because—Kick’s old lady or not—I will kill you if any harm comes to her.”

“You meanmoreharm, right? Since she was protected by the MC when those bastards broke down her door and killed her baby.” Indie shoots him a snide smile. “We may only be women, but we’ve got this, champ.”

Grim’s nostrils flare, and I grab Indie’s hand and lead her toward the door before he changes his mind. When we open it, Ivy and Indie’s friend Kimba are on the other side talking to Diesel. Or tormenting Diesel is probably more appropriate, given their skimpy little outfits.

I step outside with Indie and Diesel locks eyes with me as Grim creeps closer. “Hey ... you’re not supposed to be—”

A huge scarred arm wraps around Diesel’s throat in a stranglehold and Grim hugs him tight, squeezing the prospect’s neck with his misshapen bicep and forearm until he’s no longer conscious. He lays Diesel’s sleeping body on the porch step and we all back up to give him room.

Ivy smiles at Kimba. “Told you he’d do anything for her.”

Kimba studies Grim closely, her eyes roaming freely over the scars on his face and arm—something most people try to avoid.

“Hi.” She extends her hand in his direction. “I’m Kimba. I don’t believe we’ve met.”

He ignores her hand, glaring down at her. “I know who you are.”

She smiles. “Are you always this abrasive? Because I feel I should tell you before we go further, I have a tendency to fall in love with arseholes, especially ones with scars.”

“Bitch, you don’t even know me.”

Kimba wets her bottom lip and smirks. “And I like you so much already. Play your cards right, scar, and I just might fall for you yet.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen Grim at a loss for words, but then, I didn’t think I’d ever see a day where I would want to run from Jett, and look where we are.

“The fuck did you just call me?” He steps forward and Kimba shivers. If the way she bites her lower lip is any indication, I’d guess it was the good kind.

As fascinated as I am by Kimba’s antics, and Grim’s response to them, I don’t want to linger here longer than we have to. “What are you going to tell him when he wakes?”

“That Indie knocked him out.”

“You really think they’re going to buy that?” I say, suddenly not so sure about this plan.

“I think they’re going to have a hard time believing three women overpowered us at all, but Indie was holding a gun, and we all know that bitch is crazy. I didn’t wanna get my head blown off, so I thought it best to do what the fuckin’ gun-wielding bitch said.”

“Let’s tie him up for good measure,” Ivy says, pulling several bundles of rope from her oversized purse.

Grim grinds his teeth and glares at her.

“I volunteer as tribute.” Kimba takes the rope from Ivy’s hands and smiles at Grim, her bright blue hair swinging off her shoulders.

He flinches. “You gonna rough me up a little too, baby blue?”

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