She stomps her foot and glares at him. “The clubhouse, Gunner. We’re going to the clubhouse.”
She walks out then, and I follow behind her. She gets into her car, and I don’t even think about it. I get in next to her. “Uh, what was that?”
“Nothing,” Alice says, her voice laced with frustration.
I softly whistle into the car. “If you say so, but that guy is… wow. How long have you two been?—”
She cuts me off with a glare. “We’re not together.”
I look out the window, and Gunner is standing outside of Heat & Ink with his hands on his hips, glaring in our direction. “Uh, does he know you’re not together?”
She grunts. “Let’s forget about him. Tell me about you and Felon.”
I huff out a breath. “There’s nothing to tell.”
Alice laughs as she drives down the road. “Right. I don’t believe you.”
I look out the window and think about everything. I’m not sure what I’m thinking. I’m on my way to a motorcycle club with a woman I just met, all to chase down a man that says we can’t be together. I’m either making the biggest mistake of my life or I’m about to get what I want. Hopefully, it’s the latter.
CHAPTER 11
FELON
I’ve been on edge since I left Emily’s house last night. I thought I would feel better once I got the call from the prison that the asshole had been dealt with, but I’m still at odds with everything.
I fucked up last night. I shouldn’t have stayed for dinner, and I shouldn’t have touched Emily. I wanted her before, but now that I’ve had her, there’s no turning back. There’s no way I can stay away from her, even knowing that she deserves more than anything I can offer her.
I pause on the tattoo I’m working on and sit up, stretching my back. I’ve been working all day, taking appointments and even filling time with walk-ins because I wanted to stay busy. Hell, I’m going to work myself to death to try and keep my distance from the woman that is filling my dreams.
“Almost done,” I tell the client. I set down my gun and grab the supplies to clean it up and put on the ink sac.
I’m just finishing when my phone dings.
The client is inspecting his tattoo in the mirror, and I glance at my phone. It’s a text from Alice. I open it and clutch the phone ina death grip. Staring back at me is a picture of Alice and Emily, and by looking at their surroundings, they are at the clubhouse. My friends, my brothers are in the background, and they all seem happy and having a good time.
I pocket my phone. “Get out.”
The client looks at me, surprised. “What? But I need to pay?—”
I cut him off. “It’s free. Get out. I gotta go.”
I hustle him through the building. Gunner’s light is off, so I know he’s gone. Boss and Lexi were off today, so I know I'm here alone. As soon as I get the guy out the front door, I lock up, stride to my bike, and get on.
I get to the clubhouse in record time, and I feel like I’m about to suffocate. Emily is at the club, my club. These guys have good intentions, and they’re good guys, but they’re also a little rough around the edges. Emily doesn’t belong here… especially without me.
I park my bike, and as I push through the double doors of the clubhouse, it takes me just a second to find Emily in the mass of tattoos, leather, and bikers. I thought seeing her would calm me, but my heart races even harder. She’s standing behind the bar, pouring drinks, laughing and cutting up with the men around her.
I don’t stop until I’ve muscled my way up to her, and in front of everyone, I demand, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
It’s not until the words are out of my mouth that I think about how awful they sound. Seeing the hurt on Emily’s face feels like a punch in the gut. She recovers quickly, though. “I’m hanging outwith my new friend, Alice.” I look over at Alice, and she’s looking at me like she’s about to kick my ass.
Emily holds up the bottle she’s holding. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m making Rooster here a slippery nipple.”
I glare at Rooster. Of course, he can’t just drink a Jack and Coke or something easy. He’s always getting people to make him mixed drinks. “Rooster.” I grunt at him.
He shrugs, acting all innocent. “What? She said she bartended in college. She’s the only one here that knows how to make a drink that doesn’t taste like pure ass.”
I look back to Emily, and she’s avoiding my gaze. I know I fucked up, and hell, I’ve done it more than once with her. I walk around the bar. “Emily.”
