Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(44)

I pulled her in and adjusted her legs so that she straddled me. “Baby, I’d love for you to meet my family, but there’s no way I’m gonna let you near that prick.”

She blinked, her eyes turning red, and her chin wobbled. Then she fidgeted on my lap. “Of course. I can’t be trusted with children.”

“Cazzo. No, baby.” I held her wrists, keeping her on me so she wouldn’t leave. Shit, I fucked up bad. “Oh my God, that was a joke. A very stupid joke. That’s not what I meant, y’all, and he’s not a fucking child anymore. Sure acting like one, but he’s past eighteen.”

“It doesn’t matter. He’s your kid, and you want to protect him from my kind.”

“Jesus Christ. No, Jo. Your kind is too innocent to be around his kind…or mine for all I know. I want to protect you from him.”

She sniffled, averting her gaze. “Why?”

Fuck. I wasn’t planning on scaring the shit out of her too soon with talks about how fucked up Rex was. Maybe even never. At least, not until I’d won her over and had her home tucked forever in my arms with nowhere to escape. “Let’s say he got my temper, and he can’t control it yet. With the way that mamma’s boy hates me, I don’t trust him around you. I know he’ll come around one day, and he’ll love you because no one can hate you, baby girl. But that day ain’t today.”

She finally looked at me, and I wiped her wet lids. Then I kissed her like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m not scared of him,” she said. “He’s just a boy with daddy issues. I can relate.”

I admired her courage and understanding, but it wasn’t just daddy issues or a temper he had. I didn’t talk about how he was messed up in the head, not even to myself, because I hoped when he was finally under my wings, away from his serpent of a mother, finding purpose and freedom in the club, knowing the true meaning of family, he’d find a way to get rid of that shit in his head.

“Allora, I am. Lo stronzo is a real charmer. Not an old fart like me. He’s more your age and might steal you away from me.”

She rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Whatever. I wasn’t asking to meet him, by the way. I understand how sensitive he could be if he knew you and I were… He’d never listen to me. What I was offering was simply helping you write something to him. You mentioned you wrote him letters that he never responded to.”

“That would be kind of you, baby. I’d love that.”

“So tell me what he likes to read.”





CHAPTER 27


Jo



It’s fucking scorching in Texas. You can’t be wearing that wig all the time. It’ll give you a rash.

You’d better be ready for dinner parties, barbeques and pecan pies every single Sunday. There’s no escaping that. Ever.

Laius’s words rang in my ears as I held tight, my breasts on his back, his engine revving under my thighs, the summer breeze fanning my face. He wanted me to come to Texas with him even if he didn’t give it to me straight.

I wanted to tell him yes. I’d be happy to because that was how I truly felt. Happy. With him. But I didn’t want to sound too eager, and I knew Michele wouldn’t be pleased. I had to call him to convince him, already working out the conversation. I was leaving here anyway, papà. Houston, Texas is as good as anywhere else.

The best because that was where Laius would be, protecting me, giving me mind blowing orgasms with his massive cock and clit loving metal. Who would have known cock piercings could be so much fun?

I never touched her or let anyone hurt her, and I hated her fucking guts. How could I ever hurt you when I…

My heart fluttered when he’d said it, and every time I replayed it in my head. Again, he didn’t say it straight. He chopped the words off and gave me his cock instead. But I heard it loud and clear. I saw it in his gaze. I tracked it in his groans. I felt it in his touch.

I held him tighter, rubbing my cheek against his scruff like a little cat. Did he like that? Did he even like cats? What was his favorite food? Color? Music? I found myself wondering about his trivial details and realized I knew nothing about the simple man inside the president of the Night Skulls MC. And realized how much I looked forward to finding them out.

“Do you like cats?!” I yelled over the motorcycle roar.

He grinned. “More of a dog person, baby girl!”

“Do you have any?!”

“Not at the moment, but we can get one if you want!”

A grin spread on my face, too. “I’d love that very much.”

“Can’t hear you, baby. What was that?”

I didn’t raise my voice on purpose. I wanted to know how far he would go to make me come to Texas with him. How long it was going to take him to finally say the words he’d swallowed earlier. Or were those subtle hints and hidden declarations the best Furore could do? “Nothing! I was saying you should drop me off a couple blocks away from the building!”

“No, baby! No more of that! Everybody gotta know you’re mine now!”

By everybody did he mean the Lanzas or Tirone? I didn’t care because I liked both his protectiveness and jealousy equally, and I loved the fact that I was his. I never liked the concept of being a property, but the feminist in me was diminishing in a tiny corner every time he said it. Mine.