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"Not the point, Malik," Vayda throws her arms up exasperated. She's so fucking cute when she gets riled up. And before she can go to say another word, I snake my arm around her waist, pulling her body flush against mine. "I love it when you get all hot. Makes my dick so fuckin' hard." I press my cock against her stomach, letting her feel just how much she affects me. "Give me that sassy mouth of yours." I don't wait for a response before my mouth comes crashing down on hers. Fuck. Every kiss from Vayda is like a breath of fresh air. This woman has no clue what she does to me.
Too soon, we break apart, and she goes about cleaning me up. As expected, the bullet only grazed me. No stitches required. After slathering some ointment and placing a bandage over the wound, Vayda and I crawl into bed where I tuck my woman into my side as she lays her head on my chest.
"You going to tell me what you and the guys talked about downstairs?"
"Nope."
Vayda leans up on her elbow. "Malik? You don't expect me to be the kind of woman who sits back while the men handle business, do you?" She narrows her eyes, and I can't help but chuckle.
"Fuck no. I know that's not the kind of woman you are. I wouldn't have you any other way either. No matter how big a pain in the ass you are."
"Excuse me?" Vayda goes to dole out a tongue lashing, but I'm quick to cut her off.
"You know I can't discuss what goes down in church between me and my brothers. That's somethin' you're going to have to respect." I level her with a look that leaves no room for argument. This is not something I will negotiate on, and she knows it.
"I can tell you the women are on lockdown—all of them but you. Riggs has already said the lockdown doesn't apply to you. My brothers know and respect the kind of person you are and how seriously you take your duty to protect others." I cup Vayda's cheek as I speak my next words. "I would never hinder who you are or your calling in life, Vayda. And neither would my club. You are a strong, independent, fierce woman. You have dedicated years of your life not only to your country but to anyone who needs help. Tonight, someone has gone after the people you love, and like me, you will not rest until you have served your brand of justice. As much as I want to lock you away and shelter you from the dangers of the underworld, I can't. I would be taking away who you are."
Chapter Sixteen
Tequila
Covering his hand with mine, I let Malik's words sink in. Once again, he renders me speechless. Leaning down, he presses his lips hard against mine once more, solidifying the fact, he meant every word. Malik gently pulls me on top of him, and I instantly regret my decision to wear my clothes to bed, because I didn't want to be caught off guard again. I rock my body against his, creating friction between us. "Lose the clothes," he demands. I'm in the middle of removing my shirt when a soft knock on the door, halts everything. Undeterred, Malik unfastens the button on my jeans. "Go away," he growls.
"Aunt Vayda," Sydney calls from the other side of the bedroom door.
Pulling my shirt down, I roll off of Malik, back to my side of the bed, and lean against the headboard. Reaching over, I turn the lamp beside the bed on. "You can come in," I tell her, and the door slowly opens. An unsure Sydney steps inside and looks from me to Malik.
"Um." Her eyes settle on me, and I smile at her.
"Have you seen my phone? I had it in my pajamas pocket before we left the house, and now I can't find it." She picks at a loose thread on the hem of her shirt.
"Sweetheart, it's late. I thought you were asleep." Sydney's eyes drop to the floor. I sigh. Hell, I can't even fall asleep, why would I expect her to be able to. Especially after what she's been through tonight. "I tell you what. It may be in Malik's truck." I glance over at Malik, who has his arms crossed behind his head as he listens.
Sydney's eyes dart to Malik. "Can I go look?" she asks, hopeful.
"No," Malik says a bit too harsh, and Sydney flinches. I narrow my eyes at him. "I don't mean to be an ass, but one; no one is allowed outside the clubhouse right now. Two; it's 2:00 am. You should be in bed, getting some sleep," Malik explains, and Sydney crosses her arms and stares him down, clearly not happy with being told no, or what to do for that matter.
It makes me think of someone else I know.
Me.
"I'll see if I can go outside and look for it myself. Okay?" Climbing out of bed, I cross the room, and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens for a second before melting into my embrace. "Why do you need your phone?"
Sydney sighs. "I'm worried I may miss a text or call from my mom," she admits.
After all she has been through, her only concern is for her mom. Not once since the entire ordeal took place, and her life was in danger, has Sydney complained. She has had her world turned upside down in more ways than one over the past week and has taken it all in stride. I stroke her hair. "If we don't find your phone, I'll get you a new one. Until then, your mom has my number and your granddad's. If she can't contact you, she can always contact one of us."
Sydney's arms wrap around my waist, hugging me back. "Okay," she mumbles, sounding somewhat satisfied.
"There you are." A sleepy Piper appears in the doorway. "I woke up, and you were gone."
"Why don't you go back to bed?" I coax Sydney, who seems to forget all about her phone, for now, and follows Piper back to their room.
"I didn't mean to be so harsh," Malik mentions as I settle down beside him. "There's a fire in that one. I have a feeling she has a thing about authority and following rules."
I grin, knowing he's right. "I can only imagine what must be going through her head right now." I turn the lamp off, and Malik pulls me into his side. "She worries too much for an eleven-year-old, and now I've gone and added to it by bringing her here," I admit. "I could never forgive myself if something happens to her. She's a part of my brother. I can't lose her too. She could have been shot tonight, Malik."
"I won't let anything happen to the two of you. I swear it."
