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It’s my woman they’re talking about.

Mine?

The thought gives me pause, but I decide it doesn’t matter. Anyone who talks about a woman this way deserves to have their face rearranged. I don’t give a fuck if this blows my cover. I plan on beating these two to a pulp. Scarlett is mine, and I’ll be damned if anyone talks about her this way.

Fuck this!

There is a red haze covering my eyes; my jaw is clenched and fist ready as I take a step forward, but before I can expose my presence to these fuckers, a small hand grabs my wrist and pulls me back to the stairs.

“Don’t,” whispers a small familiar voice, and I turn around to find Scarlett standing behind me, her expression sad. Those pretty hazel eyes reveal that she’s heard the two men, and that sends a fresh wave of rage rocking through my system.

“Let me take care of this,” I grit through clenched teeth. These men are no match for me. I’ll hardly break a sweat when I take them down. The fuckers need a lesson on respecting my woman.

She’s mine, Goddamnit!

“No.” Scarlett shakes her head, tugging at my hand. “It’s not worth it.”

“Scarlett—”

“Please,” she whispers, undoing me with those beautiful hazel eyes. “I just want to go home.”

Fuck!

My kryptonite, I realize. This girl could get me to do anything she wants, and right now, I want to wipe that sad look off her face. It’s clear she heard them, and if she didn’t alreadyknow about the club and everything being in her name, then she does now.

I want to punish them, Stone as well. I want to hurt and break them in the most painful ways. I’ll bring them down, I vow. Evidence or not, I’ll fucking make them all pay!

“Fuck!” I curse, trying to rein in the rage burning through my veins, but it’s not easy. “Fucking hell.”

“Gray,” she whispers, calling out a name that has no place here, her hand caressing my jaw and forcing my attention on her. Only her. “Take me home. Please. Make it...better.”

With a nod, I place a hand on her lower back and lead her in the opposite direction of the two men, down the rest of stairs, past the pool tables and stares, and to the exit. We silently walk to my bike where I hand her my helmet before climbing on. Scarlett wraps her arms around my waist, tightening her hold, and my cock juts at her touch, filling painfully in my jeans.

Mine.

She’s the daughter of a rival. Someone I shouldn’t care about, but somehow, I do. I wasn’t prepared for her to matter as much as she does. She wrecks me. Everything about this girl, wrecks me.

Whatever happens next, Scarlett is mine!

Chapter Seven

Scarlett

I told myself that it didn’t matter, that I didn’t care what my father’s men thought of me as long as they kept their distance from me. Said it so many times that I started to believe it. But sometimes, in moments of weakness, I would find myself hoping that at least some of them cared for me, but even that hope was fragile at best. So, I decided to push it aside.

And then I went to the Rebel’s clubhouse—figured the women there also had to earn their keep. That they hated being a part of a MC as much as I did; surely all bikers are the same. Cruel men with over-inflated egos, but I was wrong. The women at the Steel Rebels’ clubhouse were happy. Content.

They belonged. They were valued. Loved.

I heard that Stone is planning to sell her off to his business partner once she graduates from college. He’ll use her to hide the money for a little while longer, and then she’ll be someone else’s problem. Maybe I’ll a taste before her daddy sells her off!

I don’t belong.

To my father, to these men…I am simply an instrument they can use to get what they want then discard me when they decide that I am no use to them.

No, I do not belong with the Vipers. I never have and never will. There is no telling for certain what my fate will be once I graduate from college, but for now, I will use the little control I have over my life to help Gray take the Vipers down, regardless of the consequences for me.

I turn to Gray as I unlock the door to my apartment and read need in those gorgeous blue eyes—and desire that I imagine is reflected in my own. He’s staring at me like a man starved, fire burning strong between us. No, I don’t have to worry about the future when I can take advantage of the present.

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