Chapter Five
Rosewood, Virginia, Halloween night...
Since I’d met the woman, she was all I’d been able to think about.
She was perfect.
My equal. And she was also a pain in my ass.
From the second she snapped at me at the Sons of Hell clubhouse and called me on my shit, I fucking knew she was the woman for me. My club was only visiting ’cause someone put a hurt on my cuz that needed to be taken out behind the barn. Now, I was all for readin’ the little feller from the good book, but my cuz took care of that herself. So while my cuz got better, my boys and I hung around for a bit to make sure there were no adverse recriminations towards my blood kin, and that’s when I saw her.
My fire-breathing dragon.
Gaw’d Almighty, she sure was somethin’ else.
“Aw.” She smiled menacingly as she tortured her prey. “Do you need some attention?”
Poor Enigma looked like he was about to piss his pants. “Be gone, Satan. You have no power here.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Dev,” the town doc, and a purdy one at that, groaned when she walked down the stairs with Dr. George Steiner, her old man’s big brother. “Leave my brother alone.”
“I was just saying hi!” my little ball of fire quipped.
Licking my lips, I leaned against the bar, rubbing my chin, and grinned, muttering, “Damn,” as I watched with rapt attention, taking in my fill as I eyed her up and down like she was a tall glass of Luzianne Sweet Tea and I was dying of thirst. What I wouldn’t give to roll around in the swamp with her. I could make a meal out of that woman and still be hungry in the morning. Leaning close to Juju, I whispered, “What I wouldn’t give to swim in her pond.”
My brothers chuckled.
Now, I was just payin’ that fine piece of ass a compliment when she slowly turned toward me and sneered, “You know I can hear you, right?”
“I know, Chèr. Now, why don’t you come over here and speak your sweet words to me?”
“Uh, Gator, you don’t want her. Dev isn’t nice.” Enigma shook his head, backing away.
“Shut it, bee-boy,” the feisty woman clipped, standing her ground. “I can handle this dirty pond-water Cajun myself.”
The poor guy groaned. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Come to Papa, Chèr, and I’ll let you play with a real Gator.”
And that, folks, was the start of our so-called relationship.
Well, I was in a relationship.
My pain-in-the-ass woman, well... she was in denial.
Woman kept me at arm’s length, flat out refusing to have anything to do with me. But that didn’t stop her from sending me dirty texts, leaving me teasing voicemails, or occasionally FaceTiming me naked just to mess with my head.
The woman was a tease and, well tonight... I was claiming my prize!
I had been antsy the entire week. My balls were blue, and my brain was so befuddled I didn’t know if I was coming or going.
All I knew was, I had to have her before my dick fell off.
I knew the Sons of Hell were having their annual Halloween party, and when I called my cuz to confirm, Shug laughed and told me to wear a costume, that my little fire-breathing dragon would be there.
Consider me sold!
