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The arms around me tightened, as if loathe to let me go, when the Prez came to a stop in front of Blondie. “This all of them?”
Grimm’s voice was clipped with authority but not cruelty—that was a distinction you learned to appreciate after spending time around an MC like the Bone Crushers—as he addressed his men. Everyone was avoiding his eye contact, but had their attention fixed on his every word. Yup. I was definitely getting a lady boner for the Soul Reapers’ fucking alpha.
His voice rubbed along my insides in the most delicious way.
Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but keep eyeing the fine specimen in front of me. It was like my brain couldn’t handle all of the sexy after it had been starved by a lifetime of the mundane. For one insane moment, I would’ve given anything to have the two men press me between them. To be the ham in a rough-and-ready biker sandwich.
“They were keeping these ones out back, Prez,” he shrugged.
Blondie leaned against the van, blazing eyes still locked on mine. Even in the unnatural wash of moonlight, I could see kindness and compassion burning in those silver grey orbs. I pushed at the wolf holding me just a little too tightly, determined to stand on my own, but he only squeezed me in a ‘stay still’ kind of way.
Naturally, I worked harder on getting down.
“Let's get everyone comfortable and then load up,” Grimm replied.
Still no fucking manners or introductions. Plus the alpha was completely ignoring my silent but perfectly reasonable request to stand on my own two feet. I didn’t appreciate being man-handled in front of my people. Although I knew I was safe in this brute’s arms, they sure as hell didn’t.
“Don’t know if these bastards are gonna turn around and try to take these poor people back.”
He didn’t need to say ‘over my dead body’ for us all to hear it. Grimm’s voice had become a feral snarl at the thought of anyone taking what he clearly had decided was his prize of war.
Ice water rolled down my spine.
“We’re covered,” a man with silver hair running through the messy black replied.
I got a brief glance at his cut—Bulletproof, Vice President—before the biker turned in one smooth move, cocked his gun and shot at something in the distance. A yelp followed the sharp crack of the bullet.
I froze. Holy fuck, that guy had just shot another guy who was so far away I couldn’t even tell if he was friend or foe. I mean, obviously, it was too early to tell if any of these fuckers were really friends yet. But still.
“We ain’t here to hurt you,” Grimm murmured, his eyes still on the horizon. “My boys won't touch any of you, you have my word.”
“Yeah, your word doesn’t carry the cachet you think it does, Prez.” I pushed at his solid chest again, trying to put some distance between us. Again, he ignored me. All I could do was glare at him and think about scratching up his pretty, rugged face.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to let us prove it to you, princess,” he smirked. Grimm stepped up to the blond guy and handed me over like I was a sack of potatoes. “Take care of this one good, omega.”
I could hear the words that weren’t being said. Secret messages flying between the two men as they locked eyes. It was freaking me out. Big time.
“You got it, Prez.”
Ugh. All this macho bullshit was getting old fast. I’d had my share of being ordered about by the Bone Crushers. Though, to be fair, Chains had never man-handled me exactly like that. In fact, Chains had never even touched me unless it was to beat the shit out of me. But Grimm had carried me from that building as though I was precious.
Like he had the weight of the world in his arms.
But then he’d just handed me off to his brother as if I was a fucking bag of goods while making proclamations from on high. It didn’t make any sense.
I huffed and burrowed in closer to the new guy. I should’ve felt uncomfortable being passed from one stranger to another, but the moment the blond man’s essence wrapped around me, I felt like I had come home.
Something deep in my soul sighed in relief.
With a strange rumble in his chest, the omega cradled me closer. As if he, too, was basking in the way the electricity arced back and forth between our bodies. Then, with a long sniff of my neck—as if committing my scent to memory—he set me carefully back down on my impossibly high heels.
“You good to stand?”
As my heels touched the ground, the spell was broken. What the hell was this Chaos doing to me? I wasn’t some weak human who needed saving. I was a fucking warrior, and I had people who relied on me. “I would prefer it, thanks.”
“Silver.”
“Excuse me?”
