Page 53

“I’ll behave unless they start shit with you. If that happens, Iwon’t be held responsible for the things I do or say.”

“Well let’s hope that doesn’t happen then.” We drove the nextlittle bit in silence. The Hell’s Harlem chapter in this area had a clubhouseon the other side of the city. It amazed me how the guys in Sammy’s chapterwere far different than the ones I grew up with.

When we went down the street that led to the clubhouse, my heartstarted racing. “I just want to warn you that they’re not going to like thatyou’re with me. Doesn’t matter if you’re in the same club. And it doesn’tmatter that Aaron is dead.”

“They still think you’re his old lady,” Sammy said, his voiceflat.

It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway. “I’m not. Sure, therewas a time where he referred to me as it, but he never respected me like one.”

“A lot of the times, even if you are their old lady, you’llstill get cheated on, hit, whatever the fuck they feel like doing.” Sammy’shand moved to my other thigh, his fingers sliding beneath my leg. “But Ipromise you that I would never do that to you. Not saying it doesn’t happen inthe chapter I’m in, but it’s notmything.”

“That’s good to know because if you want this to continue likeyou keep saying you do, I won’t put up with that shit. Not again. I’ve alreadybeen through it. I refuse to—” A firm hand gripped the back of my neck. My eyesmet Sammy’s heated stare.

“Trust me when I tell you this.” He squeezed the back of myneck, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth against my ear.

Every inch of me came alive at how close he was and if I hadn’tbeen driving, I knew I would have ended up in his arms.

“Your pussy is the only one I want, Red.” He kissed my temple.“The only one.” He released me roughly, sitting back in his seat.

I pulled the car into the parking lot that led to a place I onceconsidered home. “I hope you still feel that way after this.”

“What do you mean?” Sammy asked as I parked the car.

“Because the guys call me their Princess.” When I turned off theengine, I just sat there, memories rushing back to when I was there with Aaron.

“You mean, they refer to you as their whore,” Sammy bit out, hisvoice rough. “And not in the sexy way.”

“Yup, but it’s not true. Yes, I slept around after Aaron diedbut it wasn’t enough to consider me a whore or a slut. It wasn’t like I wasever paid for it anyway.” I tried making light of the situation even though Iknew it was anything but.

“Look at me,” Sammy demanded.

I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze.

“You aremywhore,myslut,mylittlesubmissive. My fucking brat. Whatever you want to be, you aremine.” Henodded toward the large building sitting in front of us. “I already told youthat I don’t give a shit what you’ve done before me but I’ll say it again. I donot give a shit how many guys you slept with. I’m here now, so that ends. Yougot me?”

I nodded, opening the door and stepping out of the car just as acouple guys filed out of the club. As nervous as I was to be there, I was thankfulthat Will was not around. For the moment anyway.

“I mean it, Red,” Sammy said, leaving the car and coming aroundto my side. “Just because you slept with a few guys, doesn’t make you a whoreanyway. I hate that shit. Women can fuck whoever they want, whenever they want,as much as they fucking want, just as much as men can. Doesn’t make them awhore or a slut.” He scowled. “The guys were probably just jealous that you gotmore action than them anyway.”

I looked up at him. “You are something else, Sammy.”

“I could say the same for you, pet.” He linked his fingers inmine as the three guys who left the club, started walking toward us.

“Well, this is quite the surprise.” One of the members, JackSure or Jackie to those close to him, approached me first. His eyes flickedover my head to Sammy. “Sammy Butcher. It’s been a while. I see you’ve settleddown. Does Amber know how much action you’ve had?” Jackie wrapped his armsaround me, the movement causing my hand to fall from Sammy’s.

I didn’t know they knew each other but it was no surprisereally, seeing as they were in the same club.

“That shit doesn’t matter,” Sam bit out. “All that matters nowis that she knows that I’m the guy who’s going to fuck you up if you don’t takeyour hands off of her.”

I winced, waiting for Jackie to say something I would regret. Ifwe were anywhere else, I wouldn’t have been worried for Sammy but the fact thatthis crew, although it was the same club that Sammy was in, considered him anoutsider.

I pulled away from Jackie, not liking this one bit. “I need totalk to Tiny,” I said before he and the two other guys who were on either sideof him, asked me why I was there.

Jackie narrowed his dark brows. He was older, pushing mid tolate forties, but you would never know by his wrinkle-free face and hair thatwas still black as night. He was a good-looking guy, with a European backgroundthat no one knew much about.

“You didn’t wait long for Aaron’s side of the bed to becomecold,” Jackie accused, pulling a pack of smokes out of his leather cut.

“He’s been dead for...no.” I knew my mouth was going to get mein trouble, but I was sick of this shit. “You know what? I don’t have toexplain anything to you or anyone here for that matter. None of you said shitwhen Aaron was fucking anything that walked while he was married to me.”