“Our rules say you obey me when it comes to sex, but only for sex. We need to add to that, so you obey me when your safety is in question.”
I looked into his eyes, realized what I was doing, and focused on his mouth again. “I’m not sure I’ll agree to that, Sir.”
“I’m not sure I care, Kitten. If I give you an order to go inside, or to stay with one of my brothers so he can keep you safe, and you go against my order, you’ll be punished. Call me an overbearing bully if you want, but that’s the way it’s going to be.”
“Did you tell Bobcat not to let me come back to work, Sir?”
“I did not. That’s actually Mad Dog’s doing, and it’s temporary. We’re upgrading the security system, and we’ll be adding to your personal security when you return. He worries someone from your ambush will try to take you again, and I have the same concerns. They know Brooke can find you in South Carolina, so there’s a chance you end up in Canada or Russia or Australia this time, far enough away she might not be able to locate you.”
“I didn’t think you would, Sir, but I had to ask. I’m sorry.”
“No apology necessary. You expected to go back to work last night, but you still needed rest, Kitten. You should go back tomorrow night, but it might be the next.” He’d been sitting up straight, and he leaned against the back of the chair. “You’re safe here, but I can’t keep you locked up, even if it’s to keep you safe. I know that.” He rubbed his thigh, as if his palm itched. “Eyes, Kitten.”
I met his gaze, and he told me, “Mad Dog has assigned Freckles to you. Anytime you aren’t at home, the clubhouse, or working, he’ll be with you if I can’t be. He doesn’t know club secrets, so you mustn’t talk about going next door at work, or anything else you’ve learned from me. You’re going to hate having a bodyguard, but you’ll live with it. If you don’t like Freckles, particularly, we can assign someone else. He’s good with his fists and good with guns. If he loses you, he faces my fists. No one will take you while he’s guarding you.” He leaned forward again, his forearms on his thighs. “This is an open talk session. I need to hear from you.”
“I’ll agree to it for a few days, and then we can talk again, Sir. If I need to go somewhere without him for the rest of this week, I’ll let you know. Sir. I won’t sneak off.”
I knew he wouldn’t like that I wasn’t promising it more than the rest of the week, but I also knew he’d probably take it, for now.
“During a crisis, you will do as you’re told without arguing or asking why or pointing out you’re capable of fighting, too. I know your capabilities. If we need them, I’ll use them. If we don’t, I’ll send you to safety. The same goes for Mad Dog and Bobcat. Frost and Dementor, too. Any of them gives you an order when the shit is hitting the fan, you follow it. No argument. No discussion. For stuff like a bodyguard, you can come to me and talk to me during downtime. Freckles will go to the range with us, so he can see you in action. He’ll know you have a weapon on you while you shop or hang out with friends. He’ll take that into consideration should you come under attack. You aren’t obligated to obey him, but you should work with him and not against him.”
“And if I argue with one of your brothers when they tell me I can’t do something they think isn’t safe?”
“They’ll watch you kneel on rice. They’ll see you punished. You can wear shorts and a shirt in front of them, but when it’s just me, you’ll be nude when you kneel in the corner.”
“I’m a tiger. I can take care of myself.”
“A tiger who’s mated to a wolf. Not just a wolf, but a biker.” He breathed out, frustrated. “Kitten, sometimes, being important to me will put you in danger. Most of the time, being my ol’lady makes you one of the safest people on the planet, but there are times it does the opposite, and you have to let me and my brothers see to your safety when that happens. Right now,