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  Tilting my head to the side, I wonder why there’s not an ounce of jealousy that flows through me at the sight. It should, he is mine, or so he seems to remind me constantly. But I kind of hope his obsession moves from me to her.

  “She’s a mean little bitch,” Pinkie sneers next to me.

  Shifting my gaze from Jaguar and the mystery girl, I look to my side and notice Pinkie standing next to me wearing cut-offs and a string bikini top. “Who is she?” I ask.

  Pinkie snorts. “Calls herself, Charm. What the fuck ever. None of us can stand her. She’s not like us, she’s looking for an Old Man or something that isn’t just a good time, I can’t decide, and she’ll do whatever it takes to get one. The writing is clear as day.”

  “She wants Jag?” I ask.

  Pinkie shrugs one shoulder. “I don’t know who she has her eye on. She’s been with him more than anyone else though. But as soon as he bounced to go on that run, she was all up on Coyote, then Hawk. She’s not picky, that’s for sure.”

  “And we are?” I ask, arching a brow.

  Pinkie’s lips tip up into a smile. “Not in the least. Girl, we’re one and the same. Give us our orgasms and we’re happy as can be until the next one. This girl, she’s not happy with her orgasm. This one wants more and I have a feeling she’ll get it.”

  “Jaguar wants to brand me,” I whisper.

  Pinkie laughs. “You going to put him out of his misery? Got a baby to think about now, babe.”

  Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nod my head. “I know that I do. But, me and Jag…”

  “Say no more, I get it. He’s angry, but he’ll calm down, once he has you the way he wants you, it will be good.”

  “Good?” I ask.

  Her gaze searches my face and I watch as she frowns, obviously not liking what she sees swimming behind my eyes. Honestly, I don’t even like looking in my reflection, seeing my eyes, either. The pain, the resignation, it’s all there and I don’t know how to hide it, how to mask it.

  Making my way over to the couple, I ignore the woman, sliding up to Jaguar’s other side. I don’t know what he thinks he’s doing with her, but I don’t really care, either. He can do whatever the hell he wants, in fact, I know that he will do just that—whatever the hell he wants.

  JAGUAR

  I don’t know what I expected when Della saw me standing with Charm, but what I didn’t expect was to have her completely ignore the fact that my arm is around Charm’s back and my hand grabbing a handful of her small ass. I don’t know why I’m doing it either, I just need to feel desired and Charm makes me feel that way. Della doesn’t, at least not yet, she will.

  Della walks up to my other side, her body curling against mine and her lips touch the side of my neck before she rises to her toes and whispers against my ear. “If you’re going to fuck her, can you do it somewhere other than your room. I need a nap,” she sighs.

  If her words didn’t piss me off so much, I would be able to focus on the way her breath against my skin makes me feel. Instead, I’m filled with rage. Where is her jealousy? Where is her give-a-fuck?

  “I’m going to fuck her in that bed and you’re going to watch,” I growl, sliding my hand up her back and wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck.

  She tries to jerk away from me, but I don’t let her. “Charm,” I grunt. “Go to my bedroom and strip.”

  Releasing one whore, I turn to face the other. Della’s blue eyes are wide, her blonde hair is hanging over her shoulders and she looks so fucking beautiful it makes my entire body ache. Why the fuck does she have to be so goddamn difficult?

  “Jaguar,” she says with a frown.

  Shaking my head, I squeeze my fingers around the back of her neck to shut her up. “What the fuck do I have to do, Della? What the fuck?” I shout.

  “I don’t…”

  Leaning forward, I touch my nose to hers, my eyes no longer seeing anything but the color red. “Bitch,” I hiss. “What the fuck do I have to do to make you want me? Knocked you up, branding you soon, claiming you now. What the fuck do you want?”

  Her hands fist in my shirt and I think that she’s going to push me away, but she doesn’t. Instead her knees give out and I have to wrap my other arm around her back to keep her from falling onto the floor. What she doesn’t do is answer me. Instead, she cries.

  I want to throttle her. I want to force her into submission. I want so fucking much, but she’s so goddamn closed off. Picking her up, I set her down on the barstool, taking a step back and releasing her. “Think about what you want. What you really fucking want. You’re mine, Della, so you better come to terms with that shit and decide how you want this to go.”

  Turning my back to her, I walk away. I make my way toward my bedroom where I know Charm is waiting for me. Even if she doesn’t want me, she knows how to fake it to a point where I fucking believe it, unlike the woman who is mine.

  I’m going to bury myself in the whore, all the while Della will fill my headspace, if this is how it goes between us, then this is how it goes. If I fuck whores and go home to her, or bring her here and allow other guys to fuck her, whatever it takes as long as she’s mine. As long as she understands who is the one in charge, who is in control and who submits.

  “Hey, baby,” Charm purrs.

  She’s completely naked, her legs spread wide and her pussy lips parted with her fingers. I need this. I need to get lost for a while and Charm is easy to get lost with and inside of. Della will figure her shit out and when she’s ready, when she knows where her place is, then we’ll be good.

  Stripping out of my clothes, I leave them in a pile on the floor as I crawl up the center of Charm’s body. Using two fingers, I pump them in and out of her heat with a groan.

  “Wet,” I growl.

  “For you? Always.” She grins. I don’t kiss her, but I’m so close that I can practically taste her lips.

  I hear my bedroom door slam closed, but I don’t bother looking behind me. I know who it is without looking. I can feel Della’s presence and sense her gaze on my back. Charm’s eyes shift from mine to over my shoulder. I curl my fingers inside of her, which brings her eyes back to me.

  “She can watch,” I grunt. “This is her punishment for being a cunt,” I snort.

  Della doesn’t speak. Charm only moans and I grunt again. I fuck Charm while Della watches. I never once look over to her, not sure I can actually stomach what I’m doing to teach her whatever the fuck lesson I’ve decided that this needs to be. I’ve never acted like this before, never felt this way before, yet here I am.

  I feel like I’m going goddamn crazy.

  As soon as I come, I roll off of the whore and make her leave. She does, without hesitation or starting a fight. Throwing my arm over my eyes, I feel the bed dip next to me, the bed that I just fucked another woman in, her scent, our scent, still heavy in the air.

  Reaching out, I pull Della against my sweat soaked chest. She doesn’t fight me, instead she buries her face in my neck and she cries. I feel guilt crawl up my throat, threatening to choke me. Della lifts her head and only then do I open my eyes to look into her bloodshot ones.

  “You’re a bastard,” she breathes. “You want too much of me.”

  “Yeah, I’m takin’ it too.”

  “Fuck you,” she hisses. “You smell like her, you’re sweaty from being inside of her, and you made me watch. Just like you made me fuck Mountain with you.”

  “You liked that,” I grunt.

  She shakes her head. “You don’t get it. I don’t want to like it, Jaguar. This isn’t normal. This isn’t right. I know that.”

  Tugging her against me, I touch my mouth to hers. “It’s what you’re gettin’, Della. So you better fuckin’ accept this shit. It’s our normal.”

  “I hate you,” she growls.

  “I don’t like you much, either.”

  Chapter Seven

  DELLA

  I stand outside of the back door of the clubhouse, inhaling the fr
esh, dry, desert air. It’s already warm this morning and I know that it’s going to be a long hot day. I don’t know what this life has in store for me, but I have no doubt that it’s going to be a rough roller coaster of a ride. Right now, I’m enjoying the quiet morning all to myself.

  My eyes slam closed when I hear the door behind me. The silence and solitude didn’t last long, not that it ever does. I can’t remember the last time I was alone for more than an hour, especially here.

  “You weren’t in bed,” Jaguar’s voice booms.

  I hum, nodding my head. He makes his way toward me, his heat pressing against my back as his hands wrap around my waist. I hold my breath as his lips skim the side of my neck.

  “Lots of shit went down last night…”

  I’m not sure how to respond, how he wants me to respond, I do nothing but nod my head at his words. It’s all that I can do at this point. He licks the side of my neck, his hands moving, one placed gently against my belly, the other sliding up the center of my chest to wrap around the front of my throat, his favorite place.

  “It’ll be good, baby,” he promises.

  His promises are empty.

  Everything he says to me, it means nothing.

  He doesn’t want a partner. He wants someone to need him. He wants control over another person, to own them. And it’s me, I’m the one he’s chosen.

  I should be grateful.

  My physical desires will always be met with him. That high that I crave from orgasms, from attention, it will forever be satisfied by him and whoever he chooses. But, for the first time in my life, I find myself wondering—at what cost?

  “I’m going to try and get a doctor’s appointment made today,” I say softly, not wanting to talk about us, about what this is.

  I want to avoid it, live in denial and just be used the way he desires. It will just be a million times easier that way.

  Deny, hide, bury.

  “I got church and some shit to do. You got a ride if you need to go?” he asks.

  I don’t have a car here, I’ve never needed one. Biting the corner of my lip, I stare into the desert, wondering what the fuck I’m really doing here. Wondering if I can bring a baby into this life. Everything is so fucking overwhelming and the future is so uncertain.

  Turning around, my eyes watering as I look up into Jaguar’s eyes. “I’ll find a ride,” I whisper. “Do you want this baby? Seriously, really, when it’s here, there’s no going back,” I say.

  He tilts his head to the side, his gaze searching my own, probably thinking that I’m crazy. I feel crazy. I feel completely unhinged and unbalanced as I wait for his response. He has only ever mentioned me, needing me, wanting me. But this baby seemed like an excuse to get what he wanted, a means to an end, he’s never said much about the life growing inside of me.

  “Does it matter?” he asks, cupping my cheek. “You’re mine. It’s mine. That’s all that you need to know.”

  Lifting my hand, I wrap my fingers around his wrist and squeeze. “It matters, Jag. No matter what happens with me, with us, I need to know that this child will have a good life and be loved. Can you promise me that?”

  He smirks, his lips turning up into a wry smile as he shakes his head. He lifts his gaze to the sky as if he’s trying to gather patience with me, maybe he needs it to deal with me. I don’t think that I’m asking too much, but he’s acting like I am. He’s acting like I’m asking him to give me the world, asking me to give him his freedom.

  “Got church, Della. This conversation isn’t going to go anywhere. I can promise you that you’ll have a place to live, the baby will have what it needs. That’s all that matters.”

  “Jaguar,” I whisper. “You don’t truly believe that, do you?”

  His hand falls from my face and he takes a step back, moving away from me. His eyes never leave my own though and all he offers me is a shrug of his shoulder.

  “Got church, babe.”

  I watch him turn around and walk away from me. He leaves me with a million more questions than I had an hour ago, or maybe there aren’t any more, maybe I have the same amount, they’re just still all unanswered.

  Sighing, I make my way back into the clubhouse and ask one of the prospects for his phone so that I can look up the closest doctor’s office.

  It doesn’t take me long to find an OB/GYN and I’m glad that they are only a few minutes away in Springerville and have availability to take on a new patient for prenatal care.

  The only problem is that I don’t have health insurance or a way to get there. I don’t have anything. The woman who makes the appointment promises that she’ll help me gather the appropriate paperwork when I come for my initial appointment, which shockingly enough is set up for tomorrow.

  “Thanks,” I offer, handing the cell phone back to the prospect.

  He lifts his chin, then turns around and gets back to work cleaning the bar area from last night. It seems like every single night the bar gets completely trashed, along with every other surface in the common area.

  Looking around the room, I try and decide what to do next. I left my phone at my parents, though I don’t have anyone to call anyway. All of the guys are in church and I’m not really friends with any of the Old Ladies. Pinkie is probably still asleep and I’ll be damned if I strike up a conversation with Charm.

  As if thinking about her somehow summoned the witch, she walks out of the clubwhore room, stretching her long lean body and showing off her flat stomach. I take her in, wondering how she ended up here in the few days that I was gone and why Jaguar seems so fucking attracted to her. She’s nothing like me, not in looks, age, or body shape.

  Her eyes find mine and I expect to see something at least mimicking embarrassment over last night, but it’s not there, in fact, her lips turn up into a catty evil smile. Without skipping a beat, she makes her way over to me. She doesn’t stop, she walks right past me, checking my shoulder with her own.

  “What the hell?” I breathe, turning around to look at her.

  She stops, looking over her shoulder. “Didn’t see you there.”

  “Yeah, you did,” I state.

  Her lips twitch and she shrugs. “You’re invisible. You literally don’t matter. Soon you’ll figure that out and fade away.”

  “What the fuck?” I exhale.

  Only then does she turn her body all the way around to face me. “You’re old news, babe. You don’t matter anymore. You’re useless. Pregnant, claimed by a man who only wants to fuck you because he couldn’t have you to himself before. Now that he does, he’s the victor, but you literally hold no value to him anymore. The brat you’re carrying probably isn’t even his, so you literally mean absolutely nothing to him.”

  “God, you’re a real cunt, aren’t you?” I snort.

  I refuse to show any kind of emotion toward this woman. She isn’t worth me being upset. She isn’t worth shit. I’ve seen a few girls come and go in my short time here. I have no doubt that she’ll be one of them to go when she realizes that she won’t get what she wants. She won’t get that brand on her skin.

  My circumstance is more of a special situation than most clubwhores. There’s also the fact that I don’t want the brand, at least not the one that’s offered, which makes me even more different than her. However, I’m not going to explain myself or my circumstance to her, I don’t have to.

  “Have fun, Charm,” I call out before I turn around and walk away.

  I could give a fuck about her. Sure, she’s a bitch and I have no doubt that we’ll have words again, but honest to God if she wants Jaguar so damn badly, she can have him. I wish she would take him. That would make my life more complicated in some ways, but a hell of a lot easier in others.

  JAGUAR

  “What happens now?” Mountain asks as soon as Dragon calls the meeting to order.

  I watch as Dragon lifts a hand and runs his fingers through his hair. We’re all watching him, waiting for orders and explanations of what is to come. Kade isn’t
trustworthy, he’s a fucking mess. The Italians aren’t happy with him, and they neglected to tell us any of this shit was going down. We’ve been in the fucking dark and I know without a doubt that it pisses Dragon off.

  I have pen and paper in front of me, as the secretary I have to take stupid assed fucking notes. If I could type faster than henpecking the keyboard, I could type all this shit out while it was happening instead of writing it down and spending hours typing it up later on.

  “Called Gavino Santoro, he claims everything was taken care of on his end and that Kade should be fine to work. Mountain and Jaguar said that he was not operational. Fuck, they had to help him cut and package his product. We are not his employees.”

  “What does this look like for us?” Bones, the president of the Sinister Skulls MC, asks.

  They’re a New Mexico club, and we’re looking to possibly patch them in, which looks like it will happen in the near future. They’ve proven to be nothing but on the up-and-up. They’ve been helping with transport to earn some money for their club, and our trust, which is the only reason why he’s here for church.

  “It looks like we need a new supplier. I can’t have this uncertainty, not with our mattress supplier currently out of commission as it is. I have to find a new one stat, too, anyone got ideas?” Dragon asks, sounding almost defeated.

  “It’s all or nothin’, right?” Mountain grunts.

  “No fuckin’ joke,” Taz sighs.

  He’s been pretty fucking quiet lately, keeping his head and his nose down. I’ve been so focused on myself, on Della, that I haven’t really paid much attention to him or what he’s been up to, but looking at him now, I wonder what the fuck he’s been doing. He looks pale, tired, cagey.

  “I’m open for suggestions,” Dragon announces.

  Hawk clears his throat, and everyone turns their attention toward him. This man was a nomad for years, disappeared and abandoned his bitch wife and kid. None of us even knew he and Dragon were still in contact until his cunt of a wife did something that couldn’t be ignored. It was up to him to take care of her, Dragon gave him that courtesy and instead of leaving again, he stayed, after he tortured the fucking bitch.