“Alright. We’re good to go. C’mon,” I say, opening my door and exiting the truck. Slamming the door behind me I walk around the front of my vehicle and take Alexa’s hand in mine. The ground is slick from the combination of snow and ice. I don’t want her getting hurt or slipping so I’ll keep her hand in mine to ensure if she does waver I’ll be here to stop her from falling.

  We both venture forward up the hill and walk onto the front porch of the Monroe house. I hear dubious amounts of laughter from the inside and don’t bother knocking. Instead I place my hand on the door and open it. “You’re not going to knock?” Alexa questions, chastising me.

  “No, we don’t have to here, darlin’. We’re all family and Fist’s house always has an open-door policy.”

  “Oh,” she mutters lowly, walking alongside me as we enter his home.

  A few beers are cracked open and for the first time in ages I see Fist sitting at the head of his kitchen table with a smile on his face. He’s groomed his beard, has obviously taken a shower since there are people around him and seems to be in high spirits. For so long we had wondered if Fist was going to recover from being on the down slope. Now it appears he’s having a good day. He’s been having a lot of good days lately and I’m sure everyone else in the club is happy about it as well.

  “Bull!” Shiloh comes running from across the room and jumps into my arms, wrapping hers around my neck and kicks her leg up. The girl must’ve missed me . . . but now this just makes everything look shady as fuck between Alexa and I.

  Placing Shiloh back on the ground I softly smile, “Hey Shi’, this is my ol’ lady, Alexa.”

  Shiloh raises her brows, looking both like she was slapped across the face and shocked beyond anything else. “I thought that was a joke. Everyone kept saying you were tied down now . . . but I didn’t believe them.”

  “Uh, is there something going on between you two?” Alexa grumbles out, obviously sensing something.

  “No, of course not.” Shiloh shoots out and I think we’re good until she keeps flapping her jaws. “I mean we did way back when but I couldn’t stand this guy sexually. Bull’s my best friend. What kind of best friend goes and settles down with a new chick and doesn’t tell his bestie, huh?” Shiloh slaps my chest, laughing. Call it intuition but I feel Alexa sinking back into her shell.

  “What kind of best friend fucks the other?” She seethes out, walking away from both Shiloh and I. She heads over to the kitchen where beers are out in a cooler and grabs one.

  “You just had to tell her we were a thing way back when, didn’t you?” I grumble.

  “I didn’t mean to, but maybe it’s the worlds way of giving you karma for being a secretive asshole.”

  “Dammit, Shi’. This isn’t something to joke about. Alexa and I have been doing good. I like her a lot and because of everything she’s been through she’s been having a hard time trusting anyone. How much you wanna bet she won’t want to trust me now after finding out you’ve had a taste of me?”

  Shiloh shrugs her shoulders, “Not my problem if she’s insecure. She should probably work on that.”

  I roll my eyes, scoffing. “And you say I’m the asshole. Take a good look in the mirror.”

  “Do you want to fight with me, Bull?” Shiloh asks and I don’t know what to tell her. I wanted to come here and have a good time with Alexa but now it looks like everything is going to shit. I glance over to her and watch as she turns away so she doesn’t have to see me.

  Fuck, this isn’t good.

  “Bull, come upstairs. We need to have a chat.” Fist says, standing alongside Zane and Blackjack. Well, it looks like I’ll have to deal with this little spat of drama whenever I’m done chatting with my brothers.

  21

  I may look calm but in my head I’ve killed you three times

  ~Quateistan.com

  Alexa/Lola

  I’ve never wanted to throttle someone more in my entire life. I’m not dumb. There’s always a reason men don’t tell you something. In my case it’s because Bull wanted to hide the fact he and Shiloh had a thing. Both of them threw salt in the wound when she said she thought it was a joke. He didn’t go to her directly and let her know. God. I clench my jaw and ball up my free hand while I sip on this crappy beer.

  The only peace I can find is knowing Bull left a few minutes ago with Fist, Blackjack and some other guy. I wasn’t close enough to read his vest, but I’ll bet it was probably Zane. “You must be Alexa,” A strong, husky voice comes up from behind me, causing me to turn. The man behind me is baldish, looking like he’s one of those types who shaves his head every day. The one thing that sticks out to me more than anything is the scar above his eye. It’s jagged and obviously wasn’t intentional, telling me he’s been through some pretty heavy shit as well.

  “Yep, that would be me.” I state, taking another sip of beer.

  The man before me chuckles, “Aren’t you going to ask who I am?”

  I cock a brow and stare at his vest, “Nope, Grim. I can read. No point in wasting my breath.”

  “Shit, I thought Blackjack was joking when he said you were a firecracker. Seems to me like he was right about you. You’re not the type of woman who takes shit.”

  I nod, appreciating how Blackjack made me appear to be a bit stronger than I actually am. Shiloh’s laughter causes me to avert my eye in her direction. I can’t help but scowl at her. Not only did Bull knowingly keep something from me, but she looks like a damn supermodel. If I could tear her throat out I would which is why I’m glad we’re both keeping our distance from the other. I’ll stay in the kitchen while she giggles on the couch with one of the other men.

  If I wasn’t mad enough, I’m even angrier because she’s so beautiful. She has hazel eyes which compliment her natural auburn hair. It goes to her mid-back and she has the type of face which makes you think she’s from Russia. You wanna know why? Because she’s so fucking beautiful. You almost have to be Russian to be this gorgeous. God, I wanna shove my fist through her perfect face right now.

  “You look like you want to murder Shiloh. What did she do to you?” Grim asks, cocking a brow. He crosses his arms in front of him and leans against the countertop ready for me to spill the details.

  “It’s more about what Bull did if I’m being honest.”

  “And that would be?”

  “Hiding the fact there was a woman named Shiloh here that he fucked, oh and that they’re best friends.”

  “Yeah, I’ll join the hate-Shiloh train with you.” He gripes.

  “What did she do to you?” Now it’s my turn to ask the questions.

  “Besides breaking my heart? Not much else. She’s my ex.”

  “Oh, ex ol’ lady?” I inquire.

  He shakes his head, “No, it never got that far. So, who are you to Bull?”

  I open my mouth to tell Grim I’m Bull’s woman, but right now I don’t feel like I am. I feel like I’m just chained to a man who I don’t even know, who loves to keep things from me. “I’m Bull’s friend. He’s staying at my house with Zorro and Axel,” I explain.

  Grim furrows his brow, “I see what you’re doing here, sweetie. You just held shit back from me the same way Bull did to you. It’s best to be honest, so why not try again?”

  “Bull made me his ol’ lady.” I grumble out, rolling my eye.

  Grim clicks his tongue from the top of his mouth. “Still can’t figure this one out.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Bull. He’s . . . not the settling down type. Fuck, he told me weeks ago he’d rather die than settle down with a woman. It was too much for him.” I imagine he’d say that because of what happened with Arizona. I wonder if he views being with another woman as betraying her.

  I suck in a deep breath and bring the beer to my lips to finish it off. “You need another one? Shit, seems like you and I have a lot of shit in common when it comes to those closest to us.” Grim asks.

  “First of all, Bull isn’t one of those people closest to me. He’s essentially a fucking stranger who I can’t get rid of. Secondly, I need something stronger than this.”

  Grim holds up his hands in a surrendering manner, “Alright. Pick your poison. Whiskey, vodka or tequila.”

  “Whiskey,” I reply.

  Grim opens a cabinet and pulls out a bottle of peach whiskey. “C’mon, this shit should warm us right up.” Grim motions for the front door so I walk toward it, open the door and out onto the porch. He closes the door behind us and nods his head in the direction of a porch swing.

  Walking over I plant my ass on the aged wood and look out onto the property. It’s a little past seven in the evening and the sun has already gone down. The porch light illuminates ten or so feet out onto the property. Otherwise, you can’t see shit. Only the moon and stars.

  Grim takes a good few gulps of the whiskey and hands the bottle over to me and I do the same. Within a few minutes I’m brimming with warmth throughout my entire body. Hell, it looks like whiskey still messes with me a good bit. I’m not quite drunk but I can definitely say I’m tipsy.

  “You said she was your ex. What happened with that?” Part of me is wondering if Bull has anything to do with their breakup. If he does, there’s another red flag.

  “Shit fell apart, really. We didn’t act soon enough, so she decided to end the relationship.”

  “We?” I ask.

  “Yeah, Zorro, Axel and I had Shiloh. We shared her in a way.”

  “Like Roxy and her men?”

  Grim nods at my question, “Yep, just like ‘em.”

  “I’m sorry she ended things. You seem like a really nice guy.” I speak from the heart. While Grim seems to be a bit of an ass, he also has this sweetness to him. Oddly enough, kind of like Bull. Obviously Bull is much more of an asshole, though.

  “Thank you, sweetheart. One day I’ll find another woman who will wanna be with me. Until then I can fool around and do whatever.” He may joke like he’s perfectly fine, but I sense the sadness in his voice. He really loves her.

  “I’m sure you will.” I say, placing my hand on his own in a way to comfort him.

  Grim glances over to me, pursing his lips. “Sweetheart, you touch me like that and I’m gonna get the wrong impression. We’ve both had alcohol and one thing will lead to another. Highly doubt Bull wants me to ram his woman, but who the hell knows, it might be makin’ shit even.”

  “What in the hell is going on here?” His voice comes out of nowhere. Grim and I must’ve been so focused in our conversation we didn’t notice the door open. I look up to Bull who is physically turning red in the face, knowing this isn’t going to be good. Jesus.

  22

  I sat with my anger long enough, until she told me her name was grief

  ~unknown

  Bull

  There’s no way I heard him right. Grim damn well knows Alexa is my woman . . . and he said he’d fuck her.

  “What the hell is going on here?” I seethe out, catching both of these fuckers off guard. Alexa whips her head in my direction with a shocked look crossing her face while Grim smirks like the smug bastard he is. “As a matter of fact, how about we don’t pretend I didn’t just hear what was just said. You wanna fuck her, Grim?”

  Grim takes a long, hard look at her. “Who wouldn’t? She’s hot as fuck.”

  I almost expected him to answer like this, but what I didn’t anticipate was for Alexa to smile at him. She’s given me that same fucking smile. “You wanna fuck him, don’t you?” I ask her, shooting out my rage.

  “I. Uh.”

  “Shit, I should’ve known. You screwed me the first night we were together. Why didn’t I put it together? You’re a slut.” I’m so angry I could choke her right now.

  “Whoa, brother. Calm down. There’s no reason for your harsh words.” Grim says, rising from the porch swing.

  “No reason for my harsh words? I put my cut over her. I claimed her as mine and here she is sitting out here all alone with you and I walk out to the two of you flirtin’ up a fuckin’ storm talkin’ about how you want to fuck her. Seems to me like I get to be as harsh as I want.”

  “You’re such an asshole,” Alexa says, glaring at me. “You kept the fact Shiloh even existed to yourself. Even worse than that, you screwed her and now you’re best friends. How am I supposed to believe any of that?”

  “You believe it because I’m telling you it’s the truth.”

  She scoffs, “You wanna know how many times men have lied to me and gotten away with it throughout my life? Far too much. If you were really only friends with her you would’ve been honest with me in the first place.”

  Fuck me sideways. “Fine. I know keeping that from you was shitty but I was afraid you’d see something that isn’t there.”

  “Isn’t there? Are you kidding me? She looks at you like you’re a fuckin’ God, Bull.” I should be angry at her for saying this shit, but it looks like Alexa is jealous which only means one thing. She wants me.

  “I second that statement.” Grim adds.

  Glaring at him, I grumble. “No one fucking asked you, dipshit.”

  “And he thinks they’re just friends,” Alexa says to Grim, who rolls his eyes at her statement.

  “We are just friends. I don’t know what’s so fucking hard to believe about this.”

  “A friend doesn’t run across a room, jump into your arms and kick up her foot like she’s a fucking princess when she sees you. A girl head over heels does.” Alexa mutters, turning her attention to the darkness. She can’t even bear to look at me right now.

  “She moaned your fucking name when I was inside her.” Grim spits out, causing Alexa to gasp. Me on the other hand. I’m in complete shock.

  “I’m sorry. What?” I ask.

  “She was coming and she screamed your fucking name instead of mine, so keep telling me she doesn’t have a thing for you, dude.”

  “Is this some sort of joke?” This has to be a joke. Shiloh has never said this shit to me once. Not that it would matter. I don’t see her in a sexual way. We might’ve had a couple rendezvous, but we would never mesh well together. She got into her thing with the three musketeers after so I figured it was all clear.

  “Obviously not.” Alexa hisses, standing up quickly. As soon as she’s up I can tell something is the matter because she grabs onto the railing of the porch. While she’s done a really good job of getting her strength back over the last week, she’s been getting a little lightheaded every now and then.

  “Are you okay?” I ask, walking toward her.

  “I’m perfectly fucking peachy.” Well, alrighty then. A sassy peach she is.

  I think long and hard for a good minute about how I’m going to handle this little situation until it hits me. There’s only one way to handle it. I grab Alexa roughly by the back of her neck and squeeze, making her look me in the eye. “You’re my woman, my ol’ lady and my fuckin’ property. Not only that but you’re my responsibility. It’s my job to make sure you’re happy, satisfied, healthy and everything else. That being said, if you want to open your legs up to another man I’m going to be there. Occasionally I’ll accept it, but I’m not sharing you full time, Alexa. I don’t do that shit. I’ll fuckin’ kill whatever bastard tries to get in between you and I. So, here’s my question. Do you wanna fuck him?”

  She’s quiet, not uttering a word. “Alright, lemme make this easier. If he were to fuck you, would you say no?”

  She shakes her head from left to right. Just as I thought, she wants to fuck him. “Grim, come with me.” I slide my hands under Alexa’s ass, lift her up and walk her down the stairs, turning to the side of the house. It’s pretty fucking dark out here but the lights on from the inside of the house give off enough illumination so I can see what I’m doing.

  I yank down Alexa’s jeans and her bare pussy is revealed to Grim and I. She keeps her expression stoic, but the flash of excitement in her eye is easy to see. I dip my hand into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my pocketknife, open her jacket and slowly bring the knife against her skin cutting every piece of material in my way. After her shirt reveals her torso and bra I come to appreciate the color, thinking about how beautiful she is in soft pink.

  The bra bunches up in the middle and I cut through the thicker fabric allowing her breasts to pop free. Looking over to Grim, “What’re you waiting for? Here she is, laid out like a damn dessert.”

  “What’s the catch?” Obviously he thinks I’m fucking with him. I’m not, though. If she wants to fuck someone else I’ll let her as long as I’m with her. I’ll be fucking her too, shoving my cock so deep inside that she will never forget how it feels to have myself within her.

  Grim unzips his jeans and pops his cock free. I don’t mean to watch but I can’t really miss it when he’s a couple feet away from me, palming his hand over himself as he approaches her. I’ve never done this shit before but for some reason my own cock is growing harder by the moment under my jeans.

  Grim approaches her and from the angle I’m at I see everything clearly. I can’t help but watch him enter her and see the look of pleasure on her face. She digs her nails into his back and he takes one of her legs and holds it up, revealing her glistening pussy to me.

  “Fuck,” Alexa moans out, her head falling back against the vinyl siding of the house. I take a few steps closer to her just as Grim sucks one of her nipples in between his teeth. “God, this feels so good.”

  Alexa is sure as fuck a slut, but she’d best remember she’s my slut.

  I reach my hand out and graze my thumb lightly over her clit as Grim fucks her. Watching her face contort as she tries to hold back her orgasm is amusing as hell. She bites her bottom lip and squirms, trying to wiggle away. “Oh, no darlin’. You’re gonna come all over Grim’s cock and then you’re going to come over mine. We’re gonna soak that pussy of yours dry tonight baby.” Snaking my hand around her neck I slam my lips down onto hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth.