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SEVENTEEN

EVELIN

I truly hope that Fire doesn’t think this conversation is over. I get what he said. It all makes sense, but still, I have to show I can handle things myself.

Okay, so he was right again about what I should be handling and what I should be giving to them. Luca being one of them. I should have let things be where they were, gone and gotten Fire or one of the other members who were in attendance. I prefer to be stubborn and independent. To handle things on my own.

I love my job managing the bar. It’s challenging in some ways and fun in others. Sure, there are times that it’s just not that great, but those aren’t that bad. And once I get a few more waitresses hired, we’ll be even better. This means I need to call Boot and ask him if he finished going through the applications and running checks before he left.

I can’t believe I forgot to ask him before we all left for the rally. My mind had been on other things, and since then, a lot of other really good things.

Maybe I can get Boot to give them a call tomorrow. That’s something he can do for me.

Inwardly, I can’t help smirking as I hop off the back of Fire’s bike. Our earlier activity in my office still lingers in my panties. Even my jeans were damp from it. Usually, he cleans me up when we’re done, this time, though, is different. He left me with him inside me, and in truth, I find it hot. I like it.

I mean, I’m not a fan of my jeans and panties being wet, but it’s almost like him proving his claim on me as his.

Fire’s words from earlier filter through my mind when he’d called me his ol’ lady and that’s another thing I’ve got to admit I like. I also liked how he said it.

Okay, so maybe our conversation can change to a different type of one. I get what he was saying, and I like that he’s protective.

Together, the two of us make our way into the clubhouse. I immediately wish we’d turn around and go to his place instead. I wish this because the second we step inside, Chellie, one of the horas , squeals Fire’s name and starts skipping toward him.

“Fire, oh my god, you’re back,” she squeals and throws herself at him before he can stop her. Chellie continues to plant a kiss directly on his lips. “I’ve missed you around here.”

I’m about to rip her fake-ass blonde hair out of her head if she doesn’t back the hell off Fire.

“Chellie, back the fuck off,” Fire grunts and places Chellie away from him with his free hand. “You know better than to kiss me, let alone touch me.”

She does?

“Yeah, but I couldn’t help it.” Chellie pouts. “I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t give a fuck,” is Fire’s response as he tugs my hand and pulls me deeper into his side while moving past the skanky ho.

Chellie’s eyes meet mine finally and narrow ever so slightly. I went to school with Chellie, and she was a total bitch then, just as she is now. Back in high school, she’d been a cheerleader and pretty much screwed her way through both the football and basketball teams.

Fire takes me directly to his room and seals us away before letting my hand go. He moves to his dresser and empties his pockets.

“Can you do me a favor, please?” I find myself asking without thinking.

“What’s that?” he asks, tossing his wallet and looking at me.

“Please go wash your mouth and remove all evidence of that skanky bitch kissing you,” I tell him and let out an exasperated breath. “If you don’t, don’t try and kiss me again. It’s going to take some time to erase the sight from my brain.”

“You think I wanted her to come up and kiss me?” Fire cocks a brow and watches me closely. “Chellie knows the rules of the clubhouse. She did it to fuck with your head.”

“Oh, I know Chellie, and I’m sure she did, but doesn’t change the fact she did it,” I huff out and move past him. I wasn’t about to listen to him defend that skanky ho-bag.

I barely get a couple steps away from him when I find myself hauled back against Fire, his arms around me, holding me to him.

“You’re pissed with me,” he notes.

“You think?” I scoff and try to pull away. “Let me go.”

“Not gonna happen,” he states. I could tell by his voice he was annoyed.

Well, he can get over it.

“I didn’t kiss her.”

“It doesn’t matter if you did or didn’t, her lips were on yours.”

“For all of a second,” he grunts.

“And I’m not kissing you until you’ve washed away her ho-ish germs. For all you know, she could have had her lips somewhere unthinkable before planting them on your mouth.”

“That’s not a vision I want to think about.”

“Me either,” I snap and try to pull away again. “Can you just let me go?”

“Nope,” Fire mutters and ushers me toward the bathroom. “You want me to do something, you’re also going to do something.”

“What’s that?” What the hell would he want me to do? I’m not the one who’s got ho on his lips.

“You’re gonna erase the memory of her lips on mine,” he informs me with such arrogance in his voice it makes me want to kick him.

“I’m not.” It’s a lie, and we both know it.

“You are,” he remarks and lets me go, closing the door behind us. “Strip and get in the shower, baby. I’ll join you in just a minute.”

The sound of water in the sink penetrates my mind briefly. My mind was trying to wrap around him ordering me to strip and get in the shower.”

“I think I’ll be showering alone,” I inform him, but he doesn’t speak, mostly because when I glance at him, he’s got his toothbrush in his mouth. Still, he’s got his eyes locked on me as I say this.

Okay, so, maybe I wasn’t going to be showering alone.