Angel glanced at the clock on the far wall. “I’ll talk with Lash when he gets home. He should be back around seven.”
“Tell him I’ll go bat-shit crazy if he says no,” Tate said.
“Did anyone ever tell you that you sound like a spoiled biker princess?” Angel asked.
“Do I look like the kind of woman who cares?”
Angel said not, but she believed Tate cared a whole lot. There were times she detected the vulnerability inside the other woman. Tate had been hurt in the past, and she was putting on a bullshit exterior to keep people out.
“I better go. Daddy’s back, and he sounds in a foul mood again. Take care, Angel.”
“And you.”
She rang off and stared at Blaine, who was looking at his cell phone. “Are you okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, how’s Tate?” he asked, pocketing his cell.
“She’s not doing good at all. Do you think Lash will let me visit with her?”
He shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. “I can’t say.”
All the members were silent.
“What about the other women? Are they confined at home or not?”
Blaine looked uncomfortable.
“What? What is it?” she asked.
“The old ladies have gone away. The guys have sent them away, but the sweet-butts are camping out at the club. Then there’s you and Tate. I don’t know what’s going on.”
His words sent pain throughout her whole body. The old ladies were gone, which could only mean she was not an old lady. Was she reading the wrong signals from Lash? Did he want to get rid of her?
She wanted to grill Blaine more, but Lash walked through the front door. Closing her eyes she waited for him to come into the room. His hand went to her shoulder, and he kissed her temple once again.
“Hey, baby, missed me?”
Her body heated like it always did whenever he was close by. She couldn’t stop her natural reaction to him. More than anything she wished she could stop the yearning deep inside.
“Yes, I missed you.” There was no point in lying. She did miss him. He was the one person she thought of all the time. From the moment she went to sleep ‘til when she woke up, her thoughts were consumed by him.
“You’re free to go back to the club,” he said, talking to Blaine.
“Sure thing. It was lovely playing, Angel.”
Blaine made his way out of the house. Angel stayed sat on the sofa. She felt like she couldn’t move.
“Do you want a stir-fry tonight?” Lash asked.
“Sounds lovely.” She didn’t know what to do.
Getting up from her seat she followed him into the kitchen.
“Are you okay?” he asked, when she took a seat opposite him. She sipped at her coffee and watched him work.
“I’m fine.”
He frowned at her but started working. They didn’t speak, which was a first. Lash made dinner, and afterwards she washed the dishes. Her actions were slow. On her way upstairs, Lash pulled her into his arms. Her body fired up ready for him.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
Staring into his eyes, Angel couldn’t hold it back.
“What am I to you?” The words left her without any other thought. She couldn’t pull them back into her mouth. Angel stood, waiting for him to speak.
“What do you mean?” His gaze came through narrowed slits.
“Well, I’m not a sweet-butt because I’m not f**king everything in sight, and yet I’m not an old lady because all of them have been sent on their merry way. What am I to you? Am I a f**k? Some entertainment? Or is this how my father is earning off the interest?” she asked, yelling. Hands on h*ps she glared at him and then was shocked as he raised his hand in the air.
He looked ready to commit murder. “I’ve never hit a woman out of anger, but right now you’ve pushed me to the edge. Don’t you ever accuse me of f**king treating you like a whore.” Lash pressed her against the wall. His hands slammed against the wall on either side of her head.
She tensed, shocked by his sudden rage.
“If the club was going to take interest out on you, baby, you’d be on a table spread out all day without anything in the way. We’d take our interest out any way we wanted, and you wouldn’t ever rest.” He moved closer until he was only a breath away. “We’ve done it before when the woman wanted all of us. We’ve taken out the interest on her body. You’re not like that, and I would never let that happen, Angel. I called in the debt, and I was the one who claimed you.”
Angel frowned. “What?”
“I was the one who called the debt in. Your father was getting in too deep, and I knew it was only a matter of time before he brought you down with him. I couldn’t let that happen. You were always supposed to be mine.” Lash cupped her cheek, caressing the skin down to her collarbone. “That what makes you different, baby. You’re mine, and when people speak of you, you’ll be known as Lash’s woman.”
His hands went down to her waist, pulling her close.
In the next instant his lips were on her, and Angel was melting once again.
“Never, ever, think of yourself as a whore or anything else. You’re my woman, Angel, and that is all I can tell you for now.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because that’s the way it’s going to be. This is how it’s going to be. There will be times when I have no choice but to keep stuff to myself. It has nothing to do with you. This is just the life I lead, and I can’t bring you into it.”
“How can I support you if you can’t talk to me?” she asked. His words had soothed her concerns for the moment. She knew it was only a matter of time before insecurity reared its ugly head.
“I can talk to you. Knowing I never have to come with you with business is good enough for me. You’re everything else I need, Angel. Please, support me by being you and not caring about the shit I do.” He kissed her several times before looking at her. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, I can.”
“Thank you.” He tugged at her clothes, getting her na**d and pushed her underneath him on the bed.
She gasped as he slid deep inside her. His thick c**k pulsed and slid deeper still.
Was she weak for accepting whatever Lash would give her?
****
Tomorrow morning Lash was going to have a word to Blaine about saying stuff to his woman. The threat of the Lions was the only reason he wasn’t making a deeper commitment. He wouldn’t make a life-long commitment only to put it at risk with what was going down between the two clubs. So far no lives had been lost, but he couldn’t always guarantee it.