Undertaker by Nicole James

Author:Nicole James [James, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole James
Published: 2018-02-24T16:00:00+00:00

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Undertaker wrapped his arm around AJ and drew her to his side, tucking her close. If felt good having her pressed to his warm body; it felt right.

“Should I leave?” she whispered.

“Leave?” He frowned.

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome. If you want me to go home…”

“You’re in my clubhouse and in my bed. And that’s where I want you.”

She grinned. “I’m a talker, just so you’re warned.”

He chuckled. “Talk away.”

Her eyes landed on a picture on his dresser. “Is that your old love? The mother of your daughter?”

“Angie. Yeah.”

“Tell me about her.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Whatever you want to share.”

He was quiet a moment.

“If I crossed a boundary—”

He cut her off, putting her worry to rest. “She was good for me. She was funny and witty, and we were good together. She made it easy. I could say anything to her. She got me. There are very few women who actually listen like that.” His hand stroked over her upper arm. “I thought we’d be together forever. The stuff you think you know, huh? I had no way of knowing back then that although I’d climb the ranks all the way to President and gain the respect, the brotherhood, the women… that I would still be seeking contentment all these years later.”

“Who’s that other picture of?” She nodded toward a small black and white of a woman from decades ago.

“My mother. She was a delicate, dark-haired beauty with olive skin, frail and feminine. What you can’t see in that photograph is her strength and her will to control me. I left home early; at seventeen I hit the road, fell in with the MC, and the boys became my brothers.”

She traced a tattoo that ran down his arm then glided her hand over his chest and down his side. There were several faded scars marring his body. She hadn’t asked about them before, probably too distracted by other things. But now she took note of each and every one, stroking her fingertips softly over them.

She stopped on one particularly bad one. “How did you get this scar?”

“Knife fight.”

Her fingertips moved to another. “And this one?”

“You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

Prison,” was all he said, but he looked down, meeting her wide, curious eyes. “You keep goin’, you’ll find others, but that was a long time ago, babe.”

“Did they hurt?”

“Hell, yeah.”

She dipped and kissed it. “What was it like?”

“Prison?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not my favorite topic.”

“You need to talk about it,” AJ whispered.

He raised a brow. “You gonna play shrink with me, Doc?”

“No, but we should talk about it.”

“Why?” His voice rumbled.

“Because you’ve never resolved it.”

“Look, Doc, I don’t need to dredge all that up. Not with you.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Doc?”

“Yes. I hate when you call me that. But I know why you did it.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re trying to get under my skin, to sidetrack me and divert the conversation.”

“Seems to be working.” He couldn’t help the grin.

“You say you don’t want to talk about your time in prison, but you think about it a lot.

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