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“Don’t you growl at me. He’s my best friend,” Halle says. I hold back the low rumbling that’s still trying to escape my chest, but I don’t stop the death glare aimed directly at the fucking prospect. A look that promises torture and blood to be spilled.

He is oblivious to what’s brewing as he pulls my pet into his arms and looks at me with his signature look. I smile back, showing my full crazy. I bring one of my knives to my throat and mimic slitting it. He finally gets my point, and his eyes widen just a fraction before he pulls back.

“I really am glad you’re okay. I was worried when they said you didn’t show up at the store,” Beau says, and I can clearly see the concern on his face.

I hate him for that, but I am happy at the same time. If it wasn’t for him, I might not have met her. I might not have gotten to witness the magical moment of seeing her for the first time covered in blood, smiling down at her prey, and torturing her victim. No way I’m going to voice the credit, but I will keep it filed away in case it’s needed in the future. Don’t want the prospect’s head getting any bigger than it already is.

I’m smiling at the memory as my pet heads back toward me and right into my arms, snuggling into my chest. “Alright, handsome, where are you taking me? I’m guessing you don’t want to live here in this luxury, so it looks like it’s your place. I packed a bag, but I’ll need to come back for the rest of my stuff,” she tells me confidently.

“Damn, she’s not going to put up a fight or anything? How the hell did you get so lucky?” Hitter grumbles as he pulls another dead leg off the table where it was nailed.

“You’re really going to just move in with his crazy ass? You don’t know what you're getting yourself into, sweetheart,” Grease says before rolling his eyes again when I reach for another knife. I swear to fuck he’s worse than a bitch with his eye rolls and whining. I’m glaring daggers at him and thinking of several ways to torture my brother when Halle speaks again.

“Of course I am. I’m pretty sure I got pregnant from just the way he’s been eye-fucking me since you got here, but if that didn’t do it, I’m sure our little romp against the wall did. Plus, it’s hard to find someone as completely insane as I am. We are a rare breed. You know the stars are aligned with finding one another and all that sappy shit. Basically, we’re made for each other,” she says with a hand on her hip and shrugging like she’s stating the obvious truth.

God, the thought of her round with my baby has me hot as hell but freaking the fuck out as well. There’s gotta be something in the fucking water at the compound for these thoughts to be rolling around in my head. One day, I think it’s not possible to find a woman to match my crazy, whose soul is just as corrupt as mine, whose heart is as black as night without stars, whose mind is a vortex of sin, blood, and pain—and the next thing I know, I’ve slammed into the perfect woman that can match me on any and all levels, completely absorbing my rage, fury, and insanity and matching it with her own. Sign me up for matching china patterns and fucking baby registries, bitches. Anything my pet wishes or wants, and I’ll place on a fucking bloody silver platter for her.

Even if her heart desires as many kids as the fucking Brady Bunch—though I have no idea how to raise a kid. Shit, I was raised in a strip club by a junkie, and the only thing I saw regularly was fucking, drugs, and death. What the hell do I know about being a father? My own old man was nonexistent, and don’t get me started on the so-called father figures that floated in and out of my life. Then I go back to that image of Halle round with my baby, and my cold heart beats faster. I don't give a fuck what I have to do; I’ll be the best damn father there ever was.

Why the hell am I even thinking about this right now? For fuck's sake, I need to get my woman home… in bed. Enough of this bullshit. I’ve got priorities and a woman to please in every which way.

“Come on, pet. Let’s hop on Kitty,” I tell Halle as I grab her bag in one hand and her hand in my other.

“Who the hell is fucking Kitty?” my woman growls, stopping short as redness creeps up her neck to her cheeks. If I didn’t know any better, I swear smoke was coming out of her ears. Something tells me I need to choose my next words wisely.

“She’s my baby,” I tell her, pointing out the custom Harley sitting outside. I fixed her up myself and got a buddy up in Tennessee to paint her black with red three horns on the side.

“This is Kitty; Kitty, meet my woman, Halle,” I say, swinging a leg over the bike and holding my hand out to Halle. My signature grin appears as I envision my pet climbing on and wrapping that sexy little body of hers around me, with her tits plastered to my back as we ride. Fuck, it’s going to be a rough ride with my dick as hard as steel.

“Do I have a reason to be jealous?” she asks, taking my hand and climbing on the back. The peg moves a bit, making Halle slip and yell out a fuck, before her ass hits the seat, and she folds herself around me.

“This is the only other girl in my life. Besides you,” I reassure her, gripping her thigh and giving it a squeeze. I’m still surprised as hell Halle is taking this all in stride. I’m not sure she knows what coming home with me means. It means I’m one lucky fucking bastard, and I won’t be letting her go. She’s mine now.

“You got all the important shit now, right? You know you won’t be coming back, pet. I’m stealing you, and I don’t return my precious gifts,” I tell her over my shoulder, quirking a brow.

“I got what I need. This place was a dump anyway, and the landlord was a creep. Plus, who would choose to stay in a hellhole like this when a big, sexy biker is offering to take her away from it all? I would be CRAZY not to accept,” Halle says, laughing maniacally behind me.

Fuck, is she perfect or what?

“Alright, pet. Hold tight,” I tell her, and she grabs me once again and does exactly that.

I can hear her still laughing as we drive down the back roads toward the clubhouse, even over the loud roar of the engine. What I really want to do is take her to my new house and keep her there for a few weeks. Unfortunately, my house won’t be done for another week, so it’s my room at the compound or nothing. It's not an awful place, just smaller than I’d like. I can still keep Halle busy and very, very satisfied there.

We pull up to the compound just as my brothers' park and head inside the main doors. I look back at Halle to see if she’s okay and get a read on her. Many women would be scared to death to follow a strange biker into their lair, but looking back at Halle, I realize what a woman I have. This woman is looking at me and the compound with pure excitement. That might be a first. Again, I’m one lucky bastard.

“You ready to meet my brothers, pet?” I ask, pulling her along until we reach the door.

“Hell yeah! I want a tour of the whole place… starting with your room,” she says saucily. I groan and reach down, adjusting my hard as fuck dick that’s sprung back to life at that look.

“Yup, I’m ready to release that Kraken,” she says, shaking her hips as she walks past me. I can’t help it. I smack her ass hard as she passes. I expect her to squeal, but not my woman. No, my pet moans instead.

“Damn, baby, you’re going to make me cum in my pants before my dick snaps off with all those sexy sounds you’re making,” I tell her as I rub the sting from her ass, prolonging her moan. My hand lingers there possessively while following her through the main doors.

When we walk in, all the brothers are gathered around the bar and pool tables. Conversations die as each of them focuses their stare our way. Halle takes it all in stride.

“Hiya, fellas! I’m Halle for the ones who haven’t already met me,” she says, grinning and waving around the room.

“Holy fuck, she’s hot as hell. Is she for the club?” one of the new prospects mutters, his jaw dropping to the floor. Just as I’m about to take out my knife and throw it through the dickhead’s skull, Beau turns and punches the fucker straight in the face.


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