couldn’t look at anything I bought, and her face was red as hell,” Mia answers, gloating as she lets me know about my woman.
I don’t say a word as I make my way around her and out of the clubhouse. Stashing the bag in my saddle bags, I straddle my bike and immediately head home. Gwen is not going to be happy when I get there and lay into her ass about working at the Naughty Peach. I knew she wanted to find a job, but that’s not somewhere she’ll be working. No woman of mine, let alone the Phantom Bastards, will be working there for very long. Gwen should know better than that.
The ride home does nothing to calm my anger as I speed through the streets. Instead, it only adds fuel to the fire as I think of her working at a place like the Naughty Peach. It’s not a bad place, I’ve been inside more times than I can count, it’s just not for Gwen. She’s too innocent and sweet to work there.
Pulling up to my house in record time, I don’t bother with parking in the garage like I normally would. The second my bike is stopped, and I have the kickstand down, I’m shutting my baby off and storming inside the house. In my anger, I fail to notice the only light on inside is the small lamp in the living room. There is no sound as I make my way to Gwen’s bedroom. When I open her door, I find my woman sound asleep with the covers pulled up to just under her chin. I instantly deflate because there is no way I’m waking her up to yell at her over something as trivial as a job. We’ll deal with it in the morning.
Softly shutting her door behind me, I make my way to my own room. After showering the day away, I slide into bed without bothering to dress. I’ve never been one to sleep with clothes on and I’m not gonna start now. Gwen will get used to it. I fall asleep with thoughts of her filling my head.
Chapter Five
Gwen
LATE LAST NIGHT Killer left. I guess he’s going on a run or something for the club. When he got back the other day, he wasn’t in a good mood. Now he’s going to be gone for about a week or so. I’m not sure. My only concern is making sure I get to work, go to my sessions with Denise and the group. Plus, making sure I have what I need at the house while Killer is away.
It’s not like I’m going to be alone though. Brandon and the other Prospects will be here watching over me. They’ll be taking turns when I’m at home. Killer made sure to give me the house key, go over the alarm system, and let me know what was going to happen as far as my babysitters. I don’t think I need them, and I told him that. However, he doesn’t agree, and I didn’t feel like arguing anymore with him.
The first thing he did when we got up was chew me a new one for getting a job at Naughty Peach. He doesn’t seem to think I need to work at all. Especially not at the store I got a job in. Honestly, it’s none of his business. He’s not my man or someone I’ll ever be with. The only thing he is to me is someone in the club who is friends with my sister because of her relationship with Fox.
Killer didn’t like me telling him I don’t care what he thinks about where I work or what I do with my life. It’s none of his business. The only person who I care about what she thinks about me is Kim. She’s my sister and the only person who means everything in the world to me. I’m not here to prove anything to anyone except for myself. Kim supports me in almost all of my decisions even if she tries to protect me. This usually leads to her holding me back. That’s not going to happen any longer.
At this point, I’ll have to save up every dime I make at Naughty Peach so I can get my own apartment. I don’t want to be under Killer’s roof if he’s going to think he has some say in my life. Or that he can boss me around like he’s my man or something.