his mouth shut. He’s a few years older than Smoke, nearly a decade younger than Lisa. Still, he’s wanted her since the day he started prospecting.
Who could blame him? She’s fucking beautiful. She may not be as young as most of the bitches, but she’s hotter than any of them. Her long black hair and sexy as hell body would be enough to bring any man to his knees. She has the kind of lips every man dreams of, but it’s her eyes that hooked me. It’s not the dark mocha color, but how they make you feel when you look into them. They pull you in. It’s like her eyes look straight into your soul, and you want them to. You want those eyes on you and on no one else.
For a while, I thought Rocky would claim her. He sure in the hell tried. She refused, though, letting him know they would never be more than friends. That ain’t gonna change now, no fucking way. She’s mine, and she knows it. So does he. If that shit happens, I’ll kill them both.
“He knows better,” I grumble, slamming my beer down on the table. “He wouldn’t do that shit to me. Even if he did, Lisa wouldn’t let him near her.”
Taking another drink of his beer, my son shakes his head. “If Rocky thought you wanted her for more than just pussy, he wouldn’t. Considering she’s been in your bed for years and you still haven’t claimed her, he won’t see an issue.”
“If he wants her, he can have her.” My anger grows to pure fury as I stand up, knocking my chair to the ground.
Smoke merely shakes his head again, not realizing how close he is to having his ass kicked. “He will if you don’t smarten the fuck up. If not Rocky, one of the other brothers will lay claim to her before long.”
Something about his words causes any common sense I have to disappear. “They’ve all had her before. Why should now be any different?”
Even as the words leave my mouth, I regret them. Lisa may have started off as a club whore, but she hasn’t lived that life for a long fucking time. She quit long before I took her to bed. Instead, she took care of the girls, not letting in junkies to work the club. She protected the brothers without being asked to.
“Fuck, Dad,” Smoke growls out, narrowing his eyes at me. “Think about what the hell is coming out of your mouth.”
He’s right, and I know it. Lisa’s a good woman, not deserving the shit that I’m saying about her. She’s been running the clubhouse for over four years now, making sure the place stays clean and there is always food to eat. She does more than most of the old ladies to make sure shit gets done around here.
Still, I’m too angry to stop now. “She’ll never be my old lady. You should know by now, boy… you don’t make a whore an old lady.”
A second later, a familiar hand lands on my arm. I jerk my head to the side, to see Lisa standing beside me with tears in her beautiful brown eyes. My stomach starts to roll with regret, wishing I could take back everything I just said. Instead of doing just that, I stand there and look at her like an idiot.
“It’s okay, Round,” she says, blinking away the tears. “I never expected you to make me your old lady. I’m used to being your whore anyway. That’s the way it’s always been and I didn’t expect that to change.”
Before I can utter a word, Lisa turns to look at Smoke and plasters a smile on her face. “Are you still coming by for dinner?”
“I wouldn’t miss it. You know how much I love your pot roast,” Smoke replies, the anger at me still easily heard in his voice.
Lisa keeps the smile on her face as she turns back to me. She goes to her tiptoes and places a feather light kiss against my lips. Without another word, she walks away. Just as she opens the door to walk out, I call out her name. Her step falters for a second, but she never looks back as she steps outside.
3
Lisa
My tears are still falling as I pull into the driveway of Round’s house. His words keep replaying in my head over and over again—whore, whore, whore—as I cut my engine. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel as