Page 43 of Fallen Rider


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“Because I keep my word and I gave my word to Derek that I’d be there when his club needed me.”

“And you’re willing to walk in the fire with him, Dane? You know you could be president once we remove this fucker—if you toe the line.”

I hold my breath, waiting for Dane’s response.

“Are you kidding me right now? Do you think I’d stand against Dax? He’s my president and I’d die for him, and honestly, I happen to agree with him on everything going on here.”

“You’re willing to fall from grace for this nothing club?” Maverick sounds incredulous.

“We’re willing to fall from grace for people we consider friends,” Dax murmurs.

“One of them is my old lady,” Dane says and my heart nearly stops.

What the hell is he talking about? He called me ‘his’ this morning, but there’s a huge difference between him being possessive and officially claiming me. Saying this means something. It means something big, something big that can’t be taken back easily.

“Fuck off. You’re lying.” I don’t blame Maverick’s scorn. This revelation has come out of nowhere, and it is also a lie.

“It’s not. I’ve been with Mackenzie Harlow since November.”

Logan and Beth were married in November. It was the first time me and Dane slept together, too. My mind races as I take this all in. He’s just saying this to calm the situation down, right?

I’m not really his old lady…

A few weeks ago, I would have balked at the idea. Now… now, I find a shiver of anticipation works through me. Do I want to be his old lady?

Absolutely.

I know that doesn’t come without complications, but I’ve fallen hard for Dane, even with the barriers to our relationship. I don’t care that he’s older, that he’s from another club. I don’t care that my brothers will likely pitch a fit when they find out, that Slade will be pissed I didn’t heed his warning.

All I care about is my feelings for him, and they’re stronger than I’ve ever had with any other man.

I want Dane.

I need Dane.

Hearing him call me his old lady makes my stomach fill with flying butterflies.

But he only said it to make his case stronger with Maverick.

“After four months you made her your old lady?” Maverick demands.

“When you know, you know.”

I’ve risked too much and stayed too long, so I sneak my way down the corridor, listening with strained ears to make sure I’m not going to run into anyone. I’m grateful when I hit a familiar part of the clubhouse and see the common room.

I head inside, hoping to find my girls, to find someone I know. The only people in the room right now are Liv, who is sitting feeding Danny, and Beth. I make a beeline for them both, my heart racing.

“Morning,” Beth says, then frowns. “Are you all right?”

My concern must be written all over my face. Dane going up against his National Chapter scares me half to death. What will happen to him? I don’t want him and the Devils risking their lives for us, but by the same token, I don’t want my brothers, my family, to face the Reapers without back up.

“I’m fine.” The lie rolls off my hands as I sign the words.

I’m not fine. I’m freaking out.

Old lady… He told his National Chapter president that I’m his old lady. There’s no taking that back. That’s written in stone now. I’m his. He can’t take it back anyway, not if he wants to save face.

Thoughts assail me. Will he say he wants me to save face? Does he really want me?

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