Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,1
laugh. Chelsea’s as possessive of me as I am of her. We’ve had a few fights over our insane jealousy. A few fights in three months is a ratio I can handle. “I wouldn’t take you any other way. The minute you’re not jealous of another woman or fucked off because I’ve said something insensitive, I know we’ve got a problem.” I’ve watched my mother disconnect from my father over the years, so I know the signs of a woman who’s no longer in love with her man. I’ll take needy and jealous over that shit any day.
Chelsea drops her lips to mine and kisses me again before changing the subject. “Are you free on Friday night? I want you to come to a party with me.”
I move onto my side, propping myself up onto my elbow. “You’re moving us into new territory.”
It’s a statement, but she knows it’s also a question. My family and club know about us, but we’ve kept our relationship away from her family these last three months. Chelsea’s father has made it more than clear he doesn’t want his daughter with me. My attendance at a party with her will gain his attention because it will gain the media’s attention. Her father is the premier of our state. Everything Chelsea does puts her in the spotlight, however turning up to a party with a member of the Storm MC will shine that shit brightly. I need to know she’s prepared for that before I agree. No fucking way am I throwing her to the wolves if I don’t think she’s ready.
She nods. “Yes, it’s time. I’m done with us hiding away like we’re doing something wrong.”
I glide my hand over the small of her back and rest it on her ass. “And you want to announce our relationship at this party?” I don’t know whose party she wants us to attend, but I know her world of privilege and wealth because it used to be mine too. I fucking hate everything these parties stand for. I’d rather splash this news around in other ways, but if this is what she wants, I’ll do it.
Wiggling so she can move closer to me, she says, “I know you walked away from this world, and I don’t expect you to come to every party I have to attend, but I need you by my side at this one.”
I hear something in her voice that causes me to pay closer attention to what she’s not saying. “You know I’ll do whatever you need, but why? What is it about this party?”
Hesitation is clear in her eyes as she considers my question. She’s slow to answer me, and when she does, I know why, and it pisses me off. “This is a huge fundraiser for Dad, and he’s got a lot of people watching him, seeing who’ll be at his side going into the next election.” She bites her lip. “He’ll also have Joe there. I haven’t wanted to tell you this, but he’s been pushing me harder the last two weeks over this. I don’t know what’s going on with him, but he seems more intent than he has been to make this marriage happen.” She grips my bicep. “He needs to know you and I are together.”
“Yeah, he fucking does,” I say as I jerk up off the bed. Anger and a feeling of intense possessiveness are strangling me just thinking about the fact Chelsea’s father is trying to marry her off to some fucking asshole who isn’t me. “And I’m more than happy to make sure he understands once and for fucking all that you’re mine and that he can’t control you anymore.”
“Mason,” Chelsea says, coming to me as I pace her bedroom. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me. I just need you by my side.”
“You’ve got a plan to take care of your father this time?” The question crashes down between us, harsher than I intended. But fuck, Chelsea gutted me eight years ago when she ended our friendship because her father threatened to destroy me if she didn’t, so I need to know she won’t do that again.
Her face creases with regret as she reaches for me. “You know I was trying to save you last time. Please don’t let that always come between us.”
Fuck, she’s right. We’ve talked about this, and I promised her I’d let it go. We don’t have a chance in hell of making this work if