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He laughs now, but it’s a dark, sick laugh.
“Alone?”
“A few of them. I know I can’t take them all on, but I can take some.” He nods.
“And you think your uncle is gonna let that slide?”
“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“He’ll lose his shit, Princess.” I nod my head and run my hand through my hair.
“Which is why I’m not telling him. Are you going to help me or not?” Storm runs his hand over his face as if he’s thinking about it. I don’t need him. I can find a fucking gym to teach me, but he seems to know what he’s doing, and my uncle wouldn’t get any ideas if I were hanging out with Storm. If I go to the gym, he will.
“I have conditions.”
“Which are?”
“You don’t go out alone. When the time comes, I’m goin’ with you.”
“No. This is about my dad.”
“And my brother. We’re both members of the club,” he reminds me.
“It’s not the same, and you know it,” I hiss at him.
“That’s one of my conditions.”
“And the other?” Now I see the dark look in his eyes, and I wonder if I want to know. Storm licks his lips and steps closer to me, raising his hand to play with a strand of hair that fell from the bun I have it in.
“I think you know what I want, Kenzee.”
“Not happening. I’m not sleeping with you.”
“Why not? I’m not a bad fuck.”
“You’ve also fucked half the whores at the clubhouse,” I remind him.
“I’ve been in prison, Kenzee. I haven’t even seen half the whores at the clubhouse,” he says.
“Well I don’t know what the fuck you were doing in prison!”
“Jerkin’ off, darlin’. That’s all I was doin’. I’m clean, Kenzee.”
“And I have my own rules, Storm. I’m not getting with anyone in a club.”
“We’re not gettin’ together. Just while we train. Then it ends,” he says. I chew my lip. What would it hurt to let him fuck me while he trained me?
“Or I could go to your uncle.”
“Blackmail? That’s how you want to do this?” I growl at him. He smirks.
“You’re sexy as fuck when you’re pissed, Kenz.”
“You’re an asshole. You know that? I could just as easily go to a gym and sign up.”
“And have your uncle find out? You wouldn’t want that would you?”
“And you’d tell, wouldn’t you?”
