Page 14 of Havoc
Grabbing my hand, he leads back out into the main room. Megan is there with a shit eating grin on her face. “Keep smiling, traitor.”
“Got one more thing for you,” Rock says then walks away.
I turn toward my so-called friend. “A little warning would have been nice.”
“Why? So you could pretend you were sick? Or send another girl?” She starts to laugh and I shake my head. “So, he finally wore you down?”
“Oh, he did more than that.” I wink at her.
Megan’s eyes go wide so I turn around to look. Rock is standing there holding a leather jacket with the club emblem and ‘Property of Rock’ on it. “Oh hell no.”
His brows draw together in confusion.
“I did not agree to be some bimbo with your name stamped across my back. Property is your damn bike, not me.” The talking around us dies down some.
I instantly regret what I said when I see the look on his face. “Fucking talk to her,” he says to Megan handing her the jacket without a second look.
“I’m gonna grab a beer,” Ryder says before walking in the same direction as Rock.
When I turn back to her she looks pissed at me too. “What the fuck Chris?”
“Seriously? That shit is like branding a damn cow. I should just get his damn name tattooed on my ass.”
“Actually, we usually get it on our back.” I turn to see the girl who was standing with the brother that made the announcement. She shrugs off the jacket she’s wearing that’s just like the one Rock just tried to give me. I see a tattoo identical to the patch on the back of the jacket, except hers says ‘Property of Twisted’. She gives me a look before walking away from us.
“Has everyone lost their damn minds? They advertise and permanently mark that they’re property?” I’m literally having a mind blown moment.
“Listen, stow the feminist attitude for a minute. Property here isn’t what you associate it with. It means that you belong to the club. You are theirs to protect, you are family. The jacket is so that everyone knows that you are not to be fucked with. Any of these guys would come to your side at the drop of a dime if you needed them. It’s an honor and you just shit all over it.” She hands me the jacket and then walks away.
Fuck.
I scan the room and find Rock at the bar with Ryder. I tap him on the shoulder and he slowly spins toward me. “Give it to me again,” I say handing him the jacket back.
He doesn’t say anything or make a move to hand over my present.
“Come on, I’m trying here.”
“Try. Harder.” His voice is rough and blunt.
“I am yours. I told you that in the room. Now you can either give me the jacket or I’ll walk around and no one will know.” I cross my arms trying to grovel but keep my dignity at the same time.
He shakes his head but plays along and offers it to me.
“Oh Em Gee! This is awesome!” I take it from him and slip it on.
Rock tries to keep a steady face but fails and starts to laugh. “You make me fucking crazy but I love it.”
He yanks me toward him and pulls me into a kiss.
Maybe I love it too.
