Dawson's Property by West Greene

Author:West Greene [Greene, West]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Independently published

12

Dawson

The run wasn’t over fast enough. And though I’d chilled out some, I was still pretty pissed, and I only got even more fired up every time I called her phone and it went straight to voicemail. Having to get updates on her from Kit and Olivia was seriously putting me at my wit’s end. Not once did Tanner turn on her phone after our fight.

I threw my leg over my bike and yanked my helmet off. I didn’t even bother grabbing my bag before I stormed toward the clubhouse. I could get it later. Right now, my mind was only on Tanner and fixing this shit between us. Because while I was pissed she was blatantly fucking ignoring me, I also knew I’d fucked up.

I had backed her into a corner and then treated her like shit for defending herself.

Tanner was sitting at one of the tables with Olivia and Kit, her arms crossed over her chest, glowering at Kit. He turned to look at me when the doors opened, and the relief that crossed his face was almost comical.

I had no doubt my woman had been giving him absolute hell. She was good at that. Only difference between me and my brothers was that I secretly loved her defiance.

“Everyone here?” I asked as I walked up to the table. Kit nodded at me. “Good.” I gripped Tanner’s arm and pulled her up from the chair she was sitting in. Then, I gripped her shoulders, squeezing them tightly when she tried to pull away from me. She hissed a breath through her teeth but stayed still.

“Good girl,” I rumbled in her ear. A shiver wracked her entire frame. I had to bite back a smirk. She might be mad, but her body could never ignore me.

“I want everyone’s attention.” My voice boomed around the room, making every club girl turn to look at me. “You see this woman here?” I barked. Some of them glanced at Tanner before looking at me again. “You show her the same fucking respect you show Olivia. Tanner is my old lady, and you’ll fucking treat her as such, am I clear?”

They all nodded, even Brittany with her fucked up face. Shit, Tanner had done a number on her. Her eyes were swollen, both of them almost closed. Her nose was broken and fucked all to hell. No doubt plastic surgery would be needed to fix it. Her lips were busted and cracked.

Pride swelled in my chest. My woman could handle her shit.

Deciding to deal with Brittany later for starting unnecessary drama, especially with a brother sitting so close, I crouched low, spun Tanner around, shoved my shoulder into her abdomen, and lifted her over my shoulder. She squeaked in alarm, her palms slamming onto the leather of my cut.

“Dawson, put me down!” she yelled. I ignored her, heading straight for the stairs. She banged her fists on my back. “Goddammit, Dawson!”

“Keep on,” I warned her as I stormed toward the stairs that led up to where our rooms were located.

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