Betting It All: A Hellfire Riders MC Romance (The Motorcycle Clubs Book 11) by Wilde Kati

Author:Wilde, Kati [Wilde, Kati]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: motorcycle club romance, erotic romance, novella
Published: 2015-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I clean up in the bathroom, then pull on Jack’s long-sleeved shirt. The hem falls to my upper thighs and covers everything important so I don’t bother with underwear before heading to the kitchen.

But I take my time getting there. Each step is heavy and slow, as if weighed by the questions crowding into my head. So what if Jack cares—what does that mean? Maybe nothing. Or maybe Gunner and Stone were right and he meant to have my back all this time.

That doesn’t mean I was wrong. Tossing up shields to protect me can tear me down. If I can’t show I’m capable of defending myself the brothers would have no reason to think I can stand strong at their backs.

And maybe none of it means anything. Maybe there’s no wrong, no right. But it still matters.

Jack’s standing at the stove, facing away from me as I enter the kitchen. I don’t wait for him to turn before asking, “Did you mean to tear me down yesterday at the ring? Or every other time you supposedly had my back?”

His spine stiffens but his reply is deep and even. “Intentions don’t matter if you’re hurting someone. You can’t intend to shoot a man and hit a little kid, then claim that what you meant to do matters more than what you did. So if you felt I was tearing you down, Lily, then I was tearing you down.”

He’s right. Except that the person doing the hurting doesn’t get to decide if intentions matter. The person who’s been hurt decides.

And if he didn’t mean to, that changes everything, too. Exactly how, I don’t know yet. But I want to find out.

I move toward the stove. “So you didn’t realize you were tearing me down, but you didn’t wonder why I was always so angry with you?”

The long muscles in his back flex when he shrugs. “A lot of people are uneasy with me. Sometimes that pisses them off. If it pisses them off long enough, they start to hate me for it.”

He’s so used to people hating him that he just assumed I did, too? Jesus.

“Maybe they wouldn’t be uneasy if you didn’t sneak into their houses.”

“Maybe.” He glances over at me when I join him beside the stove. “But I think they’d be uneasy, anyway.”

“I’m not uneasy.”

His dark gaze searches my face as if trying to figure out exactly what that means. “And you’re not angry now?”

“I guess not. Even though you broke into my house, reconnoitered, and found out my stove has a grill.” With thick fillets already sizzling over it. “Steaks?”

Nice cuts that had been wrapped in butcher paper, not picked up at the supermarket.

He smiles and shoots me a wry look. “I ate at that damn Bamboo Bowl every day for almost two years, hoping it would help them stay afloat. Now I want some meat.”

Hell, yeah. I grin but my amusement fades as his words sink in. He ate there every day for two years…so he could win a bet that would let him spend a single night with me.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.