Page 34 of Kane
I shot him a look, and he grinned as he fell into step beside me while we walked toward our bikes. “Just saying. At least we got to knock something loose.”
Drift snorted behind us. “Prez is just pissed he had to be away from his little blonde.”
Wrench chuckled low under his breath. “She’s got claws. I like her.”
“She’s not for you,” I snapped.
“No shit,” Wrench said, grinning. “Didn’t say she was. Just sayin’ I get it.”
Rev was already on his bike but turned to glance over. “She got you all twisted up, Prez?”
“Fuck off.”
Edge’s grin went wider. “You order a vest yet?”
I didn’t answer. Just swung a leg over my bike and pulled on my gloves.
“Holy shit,” Nitro said, whistling. “He did. He fucking did.”
I’d ordered the damn thing four nights ago. She didn’t know it yet, but her name was already on a leather cut hanging in the back of the supply closet. When I gave it to her, it’d be more than a promise. It’d be a fucking claim.
She was mine now. Completely.
“You boys done gossiping like little old ladies?” I growled, flicking the ignition and letting the rumble of the engine drown out their laughter. “Let’s ride.”
The trip back was fast and silent, the miles disappearing under our wheels. A few minutes from the compound gates, myphone buzzed. I thumbed it open at a red light, and my pulse kicked up at the message.
Jax
Got something. Big.
I didn’t respond. Just hit the throttle harder, eating up the pavement until the clubhouse gates came into view. The second I parked, I stalked straight to Jax’s office.
The door was cracked, so I shoved it open—and stopped dead in my tracks.
Savannah was perched on the corner of Jax’s desk, bent forward in one of his oversized chairs, laughing so hard her eyes were watering. Her cheeks were pink, her head tilted back, and the sound of her giggle cracked straight through my chest.
Jax grinned at her, clearly proud of whatever the fuck he’d said.
My blood pressure spiked, and a growl rumbled in my chest.
“Prez,” Jax said, looking up.
Savannah turned, still breathless from laughing, her eyes bright and smiling wide. And all of it was for another man. Before I could control it, red filtered into the corners of my vision.
I reminded myself that we needed Jax, and he hadn’t technically done anything wrong. And he wasn’t after Savannah. So I couldn’t fucking kill him.
Rather than lose my shit, I didn’t say a word. Just stalked across the room, wrapped a hand around Savannah’s upper arm, and yanked her up off that desk—though I was careful not to hurt her.
Her brows lifted in surprise. “Kane?—”
“Quiet,” I barked as I led her from the room.
In the hallway, she opened her mouth again, no doubt to say something that would piss me off.
I pushed her back against the wall.
“You so much as smile at another man like that again,” I said low, voice raspy like I’d been swallowing nails, “I’ll put you over my knee until your ass is cherry red. You hear me?”