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“You’re pushy.” Another one-shoulder shrug. “You see somethin’ you like, why wouldn’t you make an effort to make it yours?”
“I want you to get that you’re worth somethin’. First moment I saw you, I lost my fuckin’ breath to the sight’a you. Not ’cause you’re damn pretty, Blue, but ’cause a man like me knows pretty girls.
“Fine, I don’t sleep with bikers.” “Blue baby, the way I do it, there’s no sleepin’ involved at all.”
“I may be a dangerous man, but I’m the one in danger here. You walk out on me, that’ll ache in a way I’ve never ached ’fore. C’mon, Blue baby, what’s reward without a little risk?”
it wasn’t hard to imagine more nights like this. Plantin’ her sweet ass on the back’a my bike, wakin’ up to her soft body pressed to mine, her smile a gift I got every single fuckin’ day…
“You want her, she wants you, we’ll fight to keep her, yeah?” Just that simple. Just that easy. This was the reason every single man in the club would fight and die for Zeus Garro.
“Maybe they should be in charge then, huh?” Z growled against her neck. She squirmed, twistin’ in his hold to look down her nose at him. “Maybe they should be. You are getting old.” Z’s blade-grey eyes narrowed, and a second later, Loulou was yelpin’ as he flung her over his shoulder and stood beside the booth with her legs pinned to his chest. “Gotta sort this one out, brothers,” he said calmly, swattin’ her ass firmly when she wriggled too much. “Have fun without us.”
It was the specs for another neon sign. This one said “asking for trouble” in cobalt blue.
