Never Love An Outlaw (Deadly Pistols MC #1)(91)

The teenager wrinkled her nose as soon as we were inside. “Stinks worse than the house in here!”

Missy gave her arm a jerk. I turned around in time to see her uneasy smile.

“She's right. This place isn't always like this. It's been...hectic lately.” I left it at that.

Explaining the ins and outs of the cartel swarming us like angry f*cking wasps, killing good men, wasn't my job. It wasn't her f*cking business anyway. Of course, I knew she'd be asking me why we'd taken her inheritance and made her prisoner in the first place soon.

I unlocked my room and stepped inside, grateful not to run into any brothers. Hoped like f*ck Twinkie or some other bitch hadn't found her way back into my place while we were gone. I stepped in ahead of the girls, scanning it over, glad when I saw it was just the way I left it.

“Have a seat. I got some clean sheets somewhere...”

Fuck, I really had to find 'em. These ladies weren't the type who'd enjoy laying in man sweat and a week of f*ck residue.

“You hungry?” I decided to change the subject while I dug through my messy closet.

“I'm good. Jackie needs something, though.”

I nodded. The clubhouse was balls deep in junk food. I'd grab her something for the night, but it wasn't gonna win any awards from nutritionist bullshitters.

They stood up while I pulled off the old sheets and changed it over. When I was finished, I pulled out my sleeping bag. Only place I'd be staying tonight with these two in my bed.

It was a damned good thing the kid was with her after all. If she was holed up in my room, all alone, sleeping in my bed with that body...

Fuck! I'd spike a hole through the floor with my dick if I didn't lose it and climb in with her first. Then I'd do something we'd both regret. Well, just her, anyway.

I stepped out and slammed the door behind me. It was a big relief just to be away for a second.

I couldn't shut my f*cking brain off as I headed to the kitchen. Sex, sex, sex...and sex. Missy woke something real potent and primal deep inside me with her amber eyes and pumpkin hips. She was the first woman in a long time who seriously competed with my jonesing for a hit.

Too bad that meant resisting her would be about as hard as staying off smack. Shit!

I ransacked the cabinet before anybody could give me crap about it. Chips, pretzels, jerky, and a couple candy bars. If Jackie was like any teen, then she wouldn't be too disappointed in the junk food buffet.

Took a quick peek in the fridge too, expecting to find old burgers and expired dips. Total shock when I saw a pack of berry yogurt sitting there, probably left behind by some slut or a brother's old lady.

Snatched that shit without a second thought. If living with my sister Shelly taught me anything, it was that a girl would kick her little brother's ass for stealing it. Compared to all the other shit in the fridge, it was a f*cking crown jewel. I grabbed a spoon and some waters before heading back.

Inside, I dropped the food onto the empty space between them. The girls were sitting on the bed, awkward and closed off, like they were chilling in a waiting room before some shitty procedure.

“Dig in. You girls need anything else, just let me know. I'd give you a grand tour, but you can take this f*cking place all in just by turning your heads.”

I took the chair across from them, checking my phone while they ate. When I reached for my pocket to put it back, I felt an unfamiliar bump. Shit, I'd forgotten I still had Missy's phone with me.

“Don't suppose you're going to return that anytime soon?” She stared at me intently, ripping the plastic top off her yogurt.

Fuck me. I must've looked like an idiot and let my hand linger near my pocket too long. Well, since the goddamned cat was screaming outta the bag...

I stood up, plucked the phone out in front of her, and dropped it on the ground. I stomped that shit harder than I intended. It cracked and came flying out underneath my boot in a hundred plastic shards.

“You're not making any calls 'til I know I can trust you, babe.” Not this time. I looked at her, holding her gaze, steeling myself against those bright brown gems in her head. “I feel for you, whether you believe it or not. Doesn't mean I'm turning my back before we've reached an understanding.”

“We have one: you kidnapped us, and you're holding us prisoner. You stole everything my family had to make a new life together.” She was breathing heavy, those sweet round tits rising and falling in waves on her chest.

My head was f*cking ringing. I took a step closer, holding in the volcanic heat so I wouldn't spook the kid real bad. I got as close as I could before I leaned down, never taking my eyes off her.

Surprisingly, the chick didn't flinch. She held steady while over two hundred pounds of rock hard biker leered down at her.

“We did what we had to for reasons that aren't your f*cking business. If it wasn't for me, you'd be a dead husk in an unmarked grave right about now. Gratitude? I really don't give a shit. But you'd better close your f*cking mouth and show me some respect. Appreciating this patch is all that's between you and some guys who'd like to do a whole lot worse.”

I thumped my chest once, then turned around, making damned well sure she could see the roaring grizzly bear on my jacket. In my younger days, this was the point when I would've went storming outta the house, slamming the door off its hinges while Ma or Shelly screamed after me.