want me here. I’m fat and ugly and I don’t want to make a bad impression. It’s easier to stay in your room. I don’t want people to hate me.” She knew it was lame and hated how pathetic she sounded.
She swiped the tears away. “I don’t think I’m better, that’s for certain. I would never think that. I know I’m useless.”
Forge stepped close to her, placed a finger beneath her chin, and sighed. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
She lifted her head, brows raised. “Why are you sorry?”
“Because, seeing you up here, watching me, I thought … it doesn’t matter what I thought. This club is your home. You can come and go as you please around the clubhouse. But if you want to go shopping or go for a ride, you come to me, and I’ll arrange it. I’ll either come with you, or get one of my men to take care of you.” He cupped her face. “You need to stop crying because this is making me want to go to your father and cut his dick off. Believe me, I’ve wanted to many times.”
She laughed but the sound died when she realized he wasn’t joking. “Wow.”
“Yeah, wow. This isn’t like in the movies. It’s a hard life, but you’re not free pussy. You belong to me. You’re all my woman, and the men know it. They’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. All you’ve got to do is give them a chance.”
She nodded. “Okay.” She looked around the room. “I’d like that. I’d like to get out of the room.”
He laughed. “If I’d known, I’d have come and got your ass sooner. I thought with me being gone, you’d have gone exploring.”
“I went to the kitchen. I did make some muffins for everyone.”
“That was you?” Forge asked.
She nodded. “Yes. I can cook and bake. It’s one of the few things I do well.”
“Good, then from now on, you can cook for the club.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close.
“I missed you,” she said. Her cheeks heated because she knew why she was here, and it wasn’t to be in any kind of relationship.
“I thought about you every single night.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Now, I’m going to get you out of this room before I bend you over and fuck you. My dick is aching for you, but I can wait.”
He grabbed her hand and before she could say or do anything else, he pulled her out of the bedroom. She wouldn’t have minded if he wanted to have sex.
He pulled her outside, keeping an arm wrapped around her.
“Do not look at the ground. Don’t even think of feeling guilty. You keep your head up high and look straight ahead. These women know they’ll never have what you have. You’ve got all of me and none of them are ever going to get that chance.”
His words did offer her comfort and she followed him outside. The scent of barbeque was heavy in the air. Several of the men and women were crowded around dustbins that had been lit.
Forge put his hand on her hip, leading her to one.
No one said anything as she put her hands out over the heat. The night air was a little cold. She already had on a sweater to try to ward off the chill.
“Are you hungry?” Forge asked.
She nodded. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast.
With him gone, she’d been trying to limit the times she’d gone to the kitchen, not to starve herself, but because she didn’t want any interaction.
“You’re a quiet thing, aren’t you?” a guy to her left said. She turned her head but she didn’t know who he was. He looked scary and most of the bikers all had some varying degrees of scars.
She froze.
He laughed. “The name’s Hound. You’re going to need to speak up to be heard here. Being Forge’s woman will only get you so far. Don’t mind the bitches either. Forge put the word out. Remember you’re the one in charge here when it comes to them. Forge has staked his claim on you. It means you’re above them in the scheme of things. You want them gone, they’re gone.”
She looked toward the women who were watching her. “They don’t like me.”
“You took the ultimate prize. The brothers know the only reason some bitches stick around is for the prez. They want him. They want to be the special person to own him, but you came along with a