Page 30 of Devil Inside: Green

“If you call her living with me, fucking only me, me fucking only her, spending more time together than we do apart a relationship.”

“Oh.” She points to Green. “You’re a cheeky one. I like you.”

I’m still caught up on the “you call living with me, fucking only me, me fucking only her, spending more time together than apart” bit. He said it. That he wanted me to move to Bentley. I guess it hadn’t sunk in until now. Could I be three states away from my sister?

We’re not in love. It’s too soon for that, I think. But we’re also so on our way there. I can’t see Green maneuvering a long-distance relationship. He likes sex far too much. And Green moving to Texas is out of the question—he has the club to consider. I’d never ask him to leave the club, nor would I want him to. I like the women. Aja and Dusty are super cool. Cutter and Reaper are badasses, but they’re also good guys.

What do I have in Texas? My sister and the memories of a life with my mom that I’ll never get back. I work—or Iworkedat a job I’m trying to get back because I need the money, but it’s not anything I’m attached to.

Most companies have call centers now. So, basically, I have my sister. A person I rarely get to see because of work and distance. I could bring her to Kentucky when she turns eighteen should Green and I still be together.

“So you’re moving to Kentucky?” my sister asks, breaking me out of my head.

Green stares me down, challenging me with just his eyes to deny it. He wants me there. And honestly, I want to be there. “I’m moving to Kentucky.”

He wraps his arm around my waist, pressing a kiss to my neck. “Calling in the brothers to come move you.”

“Will they do it?”

“Not for just some bitch, but you aren’t some bitch. You’re my old lady. I make that clear, they have no choice in it. That’s the brotherhood.”

Misty’s eyes light up. “I can’t believe my clean-cut sister is moving in with bikers. This is the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever heard.”

Just then, a knock sounds on the door and both my sister and I shout, “Pizza!”

“Fuck,” Green says, laughing.

Fuck is right.

12

GREEN

Isit back watching the girls chitter while they eat their pizza. I’m so glad I was able to give her this. Danni deserves it. Once I get my fill, I excuse myself to step out into the hallway to make my call.

Vlad’s definitely going to be pissed over this. He’ll just have to get over it. She’s mine. Not letting her go. I don’t tell him who he gets to sink his dick in, he’s got no say for me. She’s legal. Only a couple of years younger than me, so it’s not like I’m robbing a damn cradle here.

The phone rings in my ear. Two more times and then I hear, “Talk to me.”

“Prez,” I start and he sighs from the other end of the line. He knows what I’m about to say from the sound of my voice.

“Fucked her, didn’t you?”

“Yup.”

He sighs again. Pauses, then says, “Claiming her?”

He’s a smart fucker. There’s a reason we made him president. “Yup.”

“The one fucking thing I told you not to do.”

Actually, he’s told me not to do a lot of things. Drink. Smoke anything stronger than a cigarette. Drive. But I won’t go there. “How well did that work when the Brimstone Lords warned you off Nic?”

“I don’t answer to the Lords.”

“So you want my patch? Is that what you’re saying? Because I don’t know what this is, but I know I can’t cut her loose. I won’t. She makes me feel better—she makessense.”

“Shit…” he mutters. “The right ones usually do.”

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