white today, otherwise everyone would be treated with a view of her nipples.
“She’s mine. You got a woman and a baby of your own. Why are you even here?” I ask.
Bones laughs softly. “Dragon asked me to come here. Need to talk to him about some shit.”
“Wanna expand?” I demand.
He jerks his chin up. “Not really.”
“Wilder?” Leighton calls, her sweet voice washes over me and I narrow my eyes on Bones before I turn to her.
“Yeah?”
I watch as her eyes flick from mine to the bags, then back up to meet my own. Her lips curve up into a smile as she holds out her hand. I look to her hand, then her face and push back against the niggling feeling that’s starting to make itself present in my head, I ignore it before I take a step toward her.
Looking back over my shoulder at Bones, I narrow my eyes. “Don’t think you’re hiding a fucking thing from me, Skull,” I grind out.
Bones’ lips twitch into a cocky as fuck smile. “Didn’t think I ever could, Mountain.”
Spinning around, I jerk my chin forward and walk past Leighton, toward my room, knowing that she’ll follow behind me. She’s not even wearing shoes, it’s not like she’s going to be spending any time out here in this dirty bar.
Once we’re alone and inside of my room, I flip the door locked before I make my way over to the bed. Leighton doesn’t follow behind me. Lifting my head, I look over to the door to see that she’s standing just inside of the doorway, her eyes watching mine.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her voice soft and sweet.
“Nothing,” I lie.
She presses her lips together, shaking her head a couple of times. She stays where she is, her eyes focused on mine and nowhere else. I reach into the bags, turning away from her and pulling out the containers of food.
“C’mon and get something to eat,” I grunt.
She doesn’t move immediately, but eventually her feet become unstuck from the floor and she makes her way over to the bed then sinks down on the edge. Handing her the food, she takes it from me, holding it in her lap as her eyes search my own.
LEIGHTON
The man at the bar. He isn’t part of Mountain’s group, but he is the same type of man as him. There was just something about him, something almost familiar. I don’t think that I know him, but I just felt almost peaceful near him. It was hard to look away, hard to walk away, without trying to talk to him.
“Tell me who he is,” I softly demand.
Mountain lifts his burger to his lips, taking a big bite and shakes his head, his eyes focusing on my own. He inhales a deep breath from his nose, then closes his eyes before he opens them again.
“He’s the president of a club in New Mexico. They are affiliated with us now, patched over and part of the Savage Beasts,” he explains.
Pressing my lips together, I chew on my bottom lip before I nod my head once. “He’s more than that,” I point out.
“Eat,” Mountain barks.
Opening the Styrofoam box, I wrinkle my nose at the chicken sandwich staring back at me. I wish that we could go back to his place where the food that we picked out is still sitting in the fridge, the food that I would actually like to eat.
This is complete and total junk. I’ve eaten shit food for the past five years. I was so excited to finally have some fresh and healthy organic fruits and veggies for a change.
My stomach growls, so I decide that it doesn’t matter if it’s junk, I’m starving. Taking a bite of the chicken, I let out a sigh, irritated that he isn’t answering me. He isn’t telling me who that man was, not really.
“Wilder,” I whisper with a warning tone when he doesn’t say anything else, his focus on his food and nothing more.
He lets out an annoyed sigh and I watch as he curls his lip. “His club, they do shit differently there. Women aren’t just branded bitches at their sides, like here. They’re kept in cages, collared, shit like that.”
“Possessions,” I whisper. “Slaves.”
He jerks his chin. “Not like here, it’s different. He said some shit. Knows who you are, where you come from. Pissed me off.”
“Why?”
He dumps his food in the bag, obviously no longer interested in eating as he stands to his feet. I watch as he starts to