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“Don’t youLaurel, me, biker boy.”
He stopped then and looked at me.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer and so I smiled at him.
Yes, I had been a little mad that he was late when he said he would be back in time to eat dinner with me. But the moment he walked in the door, I could tell that he must have had a bad day, so my anger went out the window.
There were days we agitated one another. We were both headstrong and the more I was around him, the less I felt like I had to back down. I still didn’t know much about the club business but that didn’t mean that I stopped asking. And I knew when I pushed too far, so I would let it go. I was sure there was an illegal side to it and I would have guessed they sold guns. That would have made their friendliness with the Russians make more sense. However, it was never said outright. I just couldn’t ignore it all the way Cami could. But I did try my best to understand that there were some things I would just never know about.
We fought hard, but we loved even harder.
And I knew at moments much like this I needed to be soft for him. When I needed to let the spoiled girl that had to get her way go and be the woman that made him forget.
That said, sometimes things were just better when there was tension in the air.
“Oh, princess, you are so going to get it now.”
“If you say so,” I said and rolled my eyes dramatically.
He moved like lightening. One minute I was standing there, the next I was being tossed onto the bed.
“You asked for it,” he said in a growl.
Then he kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
Like he was in a fight.
Like he wanted to win the war.
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“Come on,” I yelled across the open space with a smile across my face. “Don’t be such a little bitch, Blade. Give me one more.”
He cut his eyes over at me and the look there was pure hatred.
I had changed a lot in the last few months. Obviously. While I didn’t curse as bad as the guys, I let out a word here and there. This was clearly a situation that called for it. My intent was not to be mean and I was pretty sure that Blade knew it.
His physical therapist laughed.
Biscuit barked in my face.
“That’s right, baby girl. You get her for daddy,” Blade said not caring that people were around to hear.
“You’re so bad,” Abigail, Dade sister, whispered beside me as she giggled. “Just wait until he’s up and moving around with no problem. He’ll get you then.”
I laughed.
“No, Blade secretly loves it. Besides, he knows that if I don’t come then Biscuit doesn’t come. And I think he needs her here.”
“That man does love his dog.”
“How is Dade doing?” I asked shifting my focus to the other side of the room where he was up and trying to walk on the new prosthetic leg.
Both of them were alive and that was something to celebrate.
The swelling went down and there was no permanent damage to Blade’s spine. That said, his left side had been crushed and he was having to go through months of physical therapy to strengthen everything. He could stumble around but he was still having trouble walking. But the doctors assured us that if he didn’t slack off, he would be able to walk again with no trouble.
That was why I was here.
