Gunnar A Motorcycle Club Romance - Nina Levine Page 0,47
him. “I can’t have been too bad. You’re doing your best to knock me up again.”
“Have you seen your tits while you’re pregnant?” he says. “Baby, I’d make you pregnant permanently if I could.”
Madison rolls her eyes, but she leans into him and hooks her hand around his neck before kissing him.
I push my chair back and stand. “Bourbon and Coke?” I say to Louise.
She looks at me. “Perfect. Thanks.”
I head inside to make the drinks and have just located the bourbon when Scott comes into the kitchen. “I’m gonna need you to make a trip next week,” he says.
“Where?”
“Up the coast. Security for Novak.”
I stop what I’m doing and give him my full attention. “The fuck for?” Scott knows my history with this motherfucker; surely he knows that sending me to fucking watch over him is the worst choice he could make.
He looks regretful. “He’s attending a heap of functions throughout the week, and Hearst wants extra eyes on them. He’s asked me to send two men. It’ll be you and Griff. And trust me, I’d send someone else if I could, but you’re the best for that job. I can’t afford for this to be fucked up. We’ve got too much heat on us, and I need Novak to keep helping us with that.”
I want to say no, but I won’t. Not to anything that’ll help the club. “When do we leave?”
“Tomorrow. Their first event is tomorrow night. You’ll need to be ready to leave with them by lunch.”
“Any idea what the fuck he’s tied up in that he fucking needs us as security?”
“No idea, but watch your back, brother.”
I head out to the deck and pass Louise her drink. Taking a sip of mine, I say, “Change of plans. I’ve gotta leave after this drink.”
I don’t miss the disappointment in her eyes. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, just some work I’ve gotta take care of tomorrow. The kind that a hangover won’t be any good for.”
“Maybe we could get together for a drink next week sometime.”
“I’ll be away all week.”
“Oh, okay. Well, maybe when you get back.”
I’m still fucking hopeful my dick will wake the fuck up soon, so I nod. “Yeah.”
A month of no encounters with Chelsea hasn’t achieved what I hoped it would. I thought keeping right the fuck away from her would help me move on, but it hasn’t. The few times I’ve seen her while seeing Hearst hasn’t helped. What I need is to get off the roster of doing his dirty work. I’ll do this week with Novak and then I’ll tell Griff I’m done. Thank fuck Chelsea won’t be anywhere close next week; after seeing her today, she’s in my veins, and I need her the fuck out.
14
Chelsea
I slip a white camisole top over my head and pair it with a pair of eggplant high-rise wide-leg crop pants that tie in the front. Strappy nude heels finish the outfit, and I stand back to assess myself. I’ve curled my hair and left it out, but that’s the only thing Joe’s going to be happy with. He’ll likely take issue with the rest, but I’m feeling like fighting this battle today since it’ll probably be the only battle I’ll bother with for the next seven days. And I intend to win it. I need to start this trip off with a win under my belt because God knows the rest of the trip is going to slay me.
“Are you ready?” he says, coming into our bedroom.
I reach for my purse. “Yes.”
He stops and takes in my appearance. “What happened to the dress you were going to wear?”
“I changed my mind.” I stand tall, refusing to shrink under his dominance.
“Change.”
“I’m not changing, Joe. I want to be comfortable this afternoon before all the events start.”
“Chelsea, from the minute we step out of the car at the hotel this afternoon, everything starts. I want you in that dress from that minute.”
“There’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing.”
He takes that in, turning silent while he does. “Are you planning on arguing with me for the entire week? Because if you are, I’d think again. There’s a reason for absolutely every outfit that’s been chosen, for every speech that’s been written, and for every appearance we make.”
I square my shoulders. “Perhaps if you didn’t treat me like a fucking child, I’d argue a whole lot less. Has that ever occurred to you?”
His lips pull into a line. “Be in the car in five minutes.”