Page 19 of Property of Brute & Axl

“Wants me to take a job about the mayor.” Viking’s reaction is as visceral as my own. “Pretty much what I said.”

“He’s not going to let this go. You know that, right?” I nod. “Your girl is outside sitting on Axl’s bike, looking mighty fine. You locked her down yet?”

“Once she remembers,” I respond. There are too many unanswered questions for her.

“What if she never does?”

Viking leaves without waiting for my response. A good fucking question that I don’t have an answer for. Not yet. Not until the threat against her has been eliminated.

Before properly claiming Finleigh and the baby, we need to ensure her safety.

Chapter 12

Finleigh

I didn’t want to leave Brute, but I didn’t want to be seen as a stage 5 clinger, either, so I took a walk with Candy. She seems nice enough. There’s an edge to her, however, and I’m undecided if it’s good or bad.

“Girlies, have you met Finleigh yet?” The three women coming in from the back eye me up and down before Candy introduces us. “Finleigh, this is Trista, Amber, and Macy. They provide the boys with some much-needed…relief.” Each one kind of giggles like I won’t understand. I have amnesia, not a case of stupidity.

“And Brute is looking mighty stressed right now,” Trista comments, sizing him up like a piece of meat.

As I turn my head towards him, his eyes are on me from his office window as he speaks to his father, and I swear he knows what Trista just said. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, though.

Trista takes a step forward, and rather than let her pass, my arm extends from the sling to stop her with a hand on her chest. “No.” The simply stated word seems to shock her into backing off.

Candy snickers from beside me and pulls me out the back, where Axl is with a couple of guys. His eyes eat me up as we walk closer. Abandoning the bike he was tuning up, he collects me from Candy’s hold.

“How are you feeling?”

Resting my head on Axl’s chest, I absorb the comfort of his arms, enjoying not only the strength and warmth but the steady beat of his heart as well.

“Better. Stronger.” Pulling back, I gaze up at him to see the way he watches me. With heat in his eyes and desire written across his face, it’s only a matter of time before being naked between these two powerful men again.

“Good to know.” He leans down for a quick kiss before drawing back to pick me up and place me on a bike beside the one he was working on. “This is mine. I don’t want to see you on the back of anyone else’s ride unless it’s Brute’s. Got it?”

I nod at the seriousness in his tone. “What were you doing?” My gaze shifts to the other bike, and who I believe are Priest and the men from the hospital. Prospects, possibly, but I don’t remember their names.

“Priest is throwing a bitch fit that his pipe is rattling, so I was just tightening a few bolts for him. Maybe now he’ll stop crying about it.” Axl’s eyes narrow on the other man.

“Hey! Just cause your girl is here, doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you up.”

Viking wanders past as they argue, shaking his head, clearly amused as he goes inside.

Lights begin to turn on around the back of the warehouse, and the warmth of the evening feels so normal. Almost too much so. I’m surrounded by bikers and outlaws, men who society deems as bad, yet I don’t believe I’ve ever felt safer.

“Is that a fire pit?” I spot a giant oil drum surrounded by chairs and benches, and half hope it is.

“Sure is.” Brute’s firm tone makes me peer around Axl’s broad chest to see him aiming for me. “Prospects, get one going. Good night for a bonfire.” They nod and do as they’re told. “Viking was right, princess.” Swiping a thumb across his lower lip, his hooded eyes stare at me.

“About what?” My gaze darts between the two of them.

“You look fucking fine sitting on that bike.” My skin heats as a blush works its way up my chest, neck, and blossoms into my cheeks.

In the minutes since Brute arrived, we’ve been left alone, and he and Axl both take the time they need to admire the way I’m sitting. My only wish is that I were wearing something sexier because, despite my terrible appearance, the desire to look good for them is high.

Interrupting the moment, I have to ask, “Easy found my address, right?” Brute’s eyes lift to meet Axl’s before nodding. “Could we go there soon? So I can get things. Clothes. I really need clothes.” And my memories. The neurologist mentioned that being in familiar spaces could help bring them back.

“We can get you anything you need,” Brute responds as his tattooed hand lands on my thigh. “It’s a long trip for you.” And exhausting to be honest.