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“Funny, that’s what Maxie said.”
“Figures. I think those women are corrupting you.”
“Like you said yesterday, I was just looking for a good excuse to be wild, and I found it.”
He nuzzles my neck, then bites the tender skin of my collarbone and pulls back. “Before the Harlots came, you said there was something you needed to tell me.”
“Hey, man,” Diesel grips Bolt’s shoulder, “save all that energy for the ring.
“Don’t worry about me.” Bolt hugs me to him, and I decideto wait until after the fight to tell him about the knife. No sense starting that now when he has to stay on point.
“C’mon.” Smoke jerks his thumb to the back door. “Plenty of time to get your dick wet later.”
“I guess Smoke isn’t telling you to stay away from me anymore.”
“After all your help yesterday, Smoke sees you in a whole different way.”
And I’m seeing a lot of things differently too.
We head outside, and I stop by the side of his Harley. “My skirt is going to ride all the way up.”
Bolt turns with a shit-eating grin. “Yeah, ain’t that a shame?” He holds his hand out to me, I get on, and yup, the tight leather skirt goes thigh-high.
Bolt reaches around and runs his callused palm all the way up my leg. “Yeah, definitely gonna have to recite the alphabet picturing you straddling my bike almost bare-assed.”
I wrap my arms around his waist and snuggle up behind him.
“Ohhh, fuck, now I can feel your nipples drilling into me. You got me fuck-drunk, and I ain’t even stuck my dick in you yet.”
“I’m thinking that means we are going to have a celebration after your win tonight.”
“Ohhh, fuck yeah.”
He lifts the kickstand, throttles the engine and wheels us out of the lot. Once again, the ride is much too short as he pulls into the lot behind the gym.
We dismount, and he pulls me to him, his face serious. “Stay close. As in, don’t fuckin’ move from my side.”
I cock my head, and he adds, “We got plenty of security, but I don’t trust the fuckers your father has working for him.”
We move across the packed dirt to a cage surrounded bybleachers on three sides. Glaring lights bounce off the metal links as hard rock music blares from the speakers. People mesh and weave around the area. Men wearing cuts like Bolt with different insignias and women. Plenty of women in all shapes, sizes and outfits that make mine look discreet.
Bolt stops along the way, doing the male-hug thing and tapping fists with other guys. More than one woman eyes him up and down, but he doesn’t seem to notice. Or, he’s so used to the attention it doesn’t affect him. Or being with me is enough.
He angles me toward the first set of bleachers and settles me between Manny and Blood. “I gotta go change and get ready. You stay with them until my fight is over.”
I nod, understanding the full extent of my father’s reach if even these men were cautious.
CHAPTER 8
BOLT
I head for the locker room with Diesel and change as he waits for me in the gym. We go through a few strategies, he tapes me up, and it hits me.
“Shit!” I pat the pockets of my gym shorts.
“What’s the matter?” Diesel asks.
“I don’t have the necklace. I left it in my apartment.”
