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“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Unzip your pants and I’ll tell you anything you want to hear.”
He sighed with frustration and straightened again, heading out of the kitchen. I hopped off my chair, following after him.
“I liked your sister,” I called. “And your nieces are adorable. I can’t wait to meet the rest of your family—”
Blackbeard whirled to face me.
“Stay away from them.”
All it took was one strategic little tug of the sash around my waist, and my robe seemed to fall open naturally. Revealing my thin, black camisole, and my snug pink shorts.
Blackbeard’s gaze flicked down my body for a split second. No bra and no underwear—easy access if he cracked and we ended up fucking right here against the wall.
“Your family took over the kitchen when I was having breakfast,” I countered. “What was I supposed to do? Leave? That wouldn’t be very charitable of me as a brand new bride. I’m sure your abuela is spreading the word as we speak that her precious, devoted grandson, Diego, has given up his bachelor ways for a beautiful, charming wife. I imagine everyone will want to welcome me into the family very soon.”
A muscle twitched in Blackbeard’s jaw. His chest swelled on a sharp intake of breath.
Come on, big guy. You’re so close to breaking down and giving in to that quick fuck you crave.
But he curled his hands into fists and turned on his heel, marching to the front door.
“Where are you going?” I said. “You were out all night and now you’re leaving again?”
“Mywifewants a ring,” he spat. “There’s a pawn shop a few blocks down the road.”
I frowned and propped a hand on my hip.
“Better not. I’ll tell your grandmother.”
Blackbeard growled and ground to a halt, swearing softly. His shoulders dropped in defeat.
“Didn’t realize I married a tattle-tale.”
“Should have read the fine print then,” I shot back.
He spread his hands, exasperated.
“I won’t sell my house just to put a shiny rock on your finger.”
“Don’t be melodramatic, dear. That won’t be necessary. I’ll send you some pictures of what I like. You can make a decision from there.”
Blackbeard was gone for hours, which didn’t surprise me. Brightwater was too small to house a jewelry store. He probably had to drive to a bigger town, or even a city. Denver was nearly two hours away.
Now that I was alone in the house, it was painfully quiet. At first, I didn’t mind. Silence didn’t bother me. In fact, after growing up around Dad and his club, I welcomed a little personal space.
Bikers used to traipse through our house, day and night. As the President’s daughter, I had a biker tailing me everywhere I went. Going on dates and hanging out with my friends as a teenager had been complicated, to say the least.
When I got my own apartment, I finally earned some breathing room. Dad and Torch were the only ones who had a spare key to my apartment. The other Forsaken had to knock and wait for an invitation before they crossed my threshold.
And if I got lonely, all I had to do was head down to the clubhouse. Dad would pull up a chair, bark at a Prospect to get me a beer, and I would be swallowed up by the melee of club life again.
Although sharing breakfast with Blackbeard’s family had struck a chord with me.
I didn’t have grandparents, siblings, or cousins. Dad’s club just wasn’t the same. His men acted like worker bees or drones where I was concerned. It was their job to ensure that no harm came to me. We trash talked each other, and if I needed anything, they were usually willing to drop whatever they were doing to lend a hand.
But we weren’tclose.
