“Nothing wrong with that. You’re mine. That means only I’m allowed to play. The brothers have the club whores, but they’ll never have you.”
“And you’re the prez. You get anyone you want.”
He never refuted. All he did was stare, unnerving her, like he could read her innermost thoughts. Maybe more.
“I guess it’s true about green eyes.”
Chapter Five
Lord never slept next to a woman. He’d used them for years. They weren’t worth getting to know. More often than not, they were a complete waste of time other than having a pussy, ass, and mouth. Staring at Ally, he had to wonder when he’d lost his fucking mind.
Twenty-four hours she’d been in his life and already, she was curled up against him like a kitten. He’d put on a horror movie last night. She wasn’t into it at all and spent most of her time hiding behind her hands. It had been cute, watching her. All his life, he’d never met anyone like her.
Sliding out of the bed, he moved toward his en-suite shower. His cock was rock hard after being next to her all night long. That soft, supple body ready for the taking.
Turning the water to cold, he allowed the spray to wash down his body to rinse off the night and fog of the morning. He had shit to do, and sticking around watching Ally wasn’t part of his plan.
He needed to get an update on the whore and the Skull Nation MC and to see what he had to do to deal with it. He didn’t like anyone attempting to take his turf. The whore could have been lying about how she got that fucking slash. He’d learned a long time ago never to take anything at face value.
Lord touched his own face, wondering what Ally thought of his scars. She didn’t stare at him like some people did. In fact, he’d noticed she rarely looked at him at all. Her gaze was either past his shoulder or on his chest. The few times he did catch her looking at him, she’d quickly avert her gaze.
After finishing in the shower, he wrapped a towel around his waist and entered the bedroom to find Ally sitting up in bed.
“Morning,” she said.
“Shower is free. There’s a clean toothbrush underneath the sink. I’ll have some clothes ready for you on the bed.”
“I have my own clothes back at my place,” she said.
He walked over to her and she shrank back as he put his hands on either side of her body, trapping her in. “Does it look like I give a fuck about what you’ve got in your old life, Ally?”
“You … you don’t have to worry about me or clothes. That’s all I meant. I’ve got plenty back home.”
A new insecurity crept up on Lord. He was getting too attached to this girl. The thought of losing her or her wanting her old life unnerved him. He was back in his childhood, hoping for love and compassion but knowing he’d only get pain and rejection. Wanting something he’d never get would only make him weak. Women were fickle and letting down his guard would be one big fucking mistake.
Ally was only riding this out so she could live and return to her old life.
Shaking his head, he stood. “Go shower. I’ll tell you what you can and cannot wear.” He turned his back on her, going to his closet. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt, he began to get dressed. Ally hadn’t returned by the time he was ready. He checked the time, and still nothing. He wasn’t a patient man.
He stormed to the bathroom about to bark orders at her, but when he got to the threshold, he stopped. Ally couldn’t know he was close, and as he listened, he heard her sobbing. These were not weak tears nor an attempt to try to gain attention. The shower cover hid her from view, but he saw the shadow of her crouched down in the bottom. Her hands over her mouth as she tried to muffle the sound.
Emotions were not something he liked to meddle with.
For several minutes, he listened. She hated him. Hated everything about their arrangements. He was a fool to think there could ever be more.
Stepping back from the bathroom, he licked his lips and yelled, “How long are you going to fucking be?”
Another few seconds’ pause. “A couple of minutes. I’ll be out soon. I promise.” Her voice gave away the fact she’d been crying.
“I’m heading down. I’ll have someone come and deal with you.”
“Okay.”
He wanted her to tell him why she was crying, even if he didn’t want the answers. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the bedroom.
On his way down, he found the nearest whore, grabbing her arm and forcing her to face him. “Take up some decent food to my bedroom and get her some clothes as well. Don’t fucking test me.” He let her go and she stumbled on her heels.
They were way too fucking high to be walking around in the club, but the brothers, for some odd reason, couldn’t get enough of the women in high heels. They were completely unsuitable.
Fuck, he was getting old.
He headed into his office and glanced over his cell phone. There hadn’t been any missed calls. Collapsing in his office chair, he ran a hand down his face. He hadn’t slept that good in such a long time. It just felt … right having her next to him.
His office door opened and he wasn’t surprised to see another club whore holding a tray.
“Hi, Lord,” she said.
She was already heavily made up. The skirt she wore only just covered her ass and the top, well, there was no point to her even wearing it as he saw nipple. She bent forward, putting his breakfast and coffee in front of him.
When she lifted up, with her head tilted to the side, she nibbled on her lip. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”
“No, get out.”
“Oh, well, I’m available to you.”
He sat back and looked at her. “Who put you up to this?”
“No one.”
Lord picked up his coffee cup and threw it across the room. Hot coffee splashed across all the tiles. “Do I look like the kind of man who likes to be lied to!” He growled the word out.
“Tank and Rubber said you needed me. That you wanted a good time. I’ve been well tested and the brothers are all satisfied. I promise.” She offered him a smile and he shook his head.
“Get the fuck out.”
He had no desire for pussy that had seen several of his brothers pounding it. The club whores were fun, but he wasn’t interested. Not now. Not when he had a precious peach upstairs, ripe for the plucking.
“And tell someone to clean up this fucking mess,” he called out after her.
With a knife and fork in hand, he dug into his breakfast, ignoring the next person who came in to scrub at his floors.
His thoughts returned to Ally upstairs. Had they gotten her some good food? What was she thinking this morning? Why did she fucking cry? None of his questions were going to be answered unless he actually asked them, and there was no way in hell he was doing that.
Just as he was about to snap and break something, his cell phone went off.
He checked. It was Stump.
“Tell me what you’ve got,” he said.
“There was an attack on one of the brothels. Guess which one.”
“The same one Misty was working at?” he asked.
“You got it. I’m in the security room with Brick. We’re checking over the footage. I think Misty is fucking lying. The Skull Nation just walked right in. Five guys. They weren’t wearing cuts, but I’ve seen their ugly fucking faces to know them when I see them. Nothing happened like Misty said,” he said. “We’ve got three dead girls here now, boss. Two men are down, and we’ve got one customer dead as well. He wasn’t a big client.”