Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,22

pet name. Though I supposed that this way, Tatum was meeting one person who I at least vaguely gave a shit about during this little adventure home.

I tugged Tatum over to her then we all had a moment of awkward pausing as we hit the invisible sex foot marker and realised that we should be keeping our distance from the point of view of the damn virus. Not that I really thought any of the staff here were at risk of having it. I knew full well that Liam had banned any of them from leaving the estate since the Hades Virus had broken out, but I still didn't want to take any unnecessary risks with my girl.

"Who's the pretty little thing?" Martha asked, giving Tatum a once over as I let my hand slip from her shoulders down to her waist and tugged her closer.

"This is Tate, she's mine," I explained because as much as I'd wanted to hide Tatum from the prying eyes of my family, it was clear that they'd already figured out that she was important. So my only choice here was to stake my claim and keep her close to me to warn all of them away from her. If they sensed any kinds of cracks between us, they'd try and worm their way in to force us apart and then use her to hurt me in whatever way they could as a part of the power games they were constantly playing. "This is Martha. The only decent person in this shit pit," I added for Tatum's benefit.

"Nice to meet you," Tatum offered as Martha cooed.

"You too. Never thought I'd live to see the day Coco fell in love."

"Don't call me that," I said with about as much bite as I could muster for the cook who had actually seen me as a person instead of a commodity. I chose to ignore the love comment, but the curious way that Tatum was looking at me had me hiding a smirk with a thumb pressed to the corner of my lips.

"Why do you call him Coco?" Tatum asked, ignoring me as I growled to warn her off.

"Because he was always obsessed with chocolate as a boy. Used to sneak down here and pinch some every opportunity he got. He even used to trick me into making chocolate cake and then steal the bowl full of batter to lick it clean."

"That was one time," I groaned as Tatum smirked in amusement.

"I still have the pictures somewhere," Martha pressed, ignoring my pissy tone. "You two go and make yourselves comfortable in the smoking parlour and I'll whip you up some breakfast. With a bit of luck, I'll remember where I put them while I'm cooking."

I cursed her half-heartedly and tugged on Tatum's waist to get her moving again as she gave Martha a smile.

We headed out of the kitchens and down a long hall and I couldn't help but lean back to appreciate Tatum's ass in her bike leathers. Saint might have been one crazy motherfucker, but he knew how to buy our girl clothes alright. And as much as I was sure he hated the idea of her wearing these leathers, he’d done a damn good job of picking a set that looked hot as fuck on her.

"Stop staring at my ass," she teased as I blatantly checked her out and I chuckled darkly as I directed her into the smoking room.

"Or what, baby?" I taunted.

"Or I'll spank you," she threatened, her blue eyes flashing with the threat as she looked up at me and my heart leapt at the challenge in her tone.

"Oh no, baby. That's not how our power play is going to work out. I might be a slave to your desires now, but if one of us is going to be spanking the other then it'll definitely be me slapping that perfect ass of yours. And don't you forget that I've got you all to myself tonight too."

I wasn't entirely sure if she wanted me flirting with her or not after everything that had happened, but it was pretty fucking hard to stop and the way she was responding said she wasn’t complaining.

Tatum licked her lips as she looked at me and I felt that move all the way down to my cock.

"Sometimes I think you're all talk, big man," she teased.

I was on her before she knew what was happening, flipping her around and snaring her wrists at the base of her