“You can either stay here and wait for Cody to get his eager hands on you or you can come with me to my room.”
“For you to get your eager hands on me.”
I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Don’t overestimate yourself.” Then I tilted my head. “And if I recall our last conversations correctly, you made a move on me, and not the other way around.”
The look she gave me made it clear she knew very well of the effect she had on me, and fuck, she was right.
I shrugged and turned on my heel to leave the cage. I wouldn’t beg her to sleep in my room. If she wanted to stay with the dogs. That was her decision. They’d be the least of her problems anyway. Cody was already salivating at the idea of getting his tiny cock into her pussy.
Of course, her refusal only meant I would spend all day and night watching the kennels from my window to make sure nobody touched Snow White.
“Wait,” she shouted when I was about to close the cage. I masked my relief and cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I don’t have all day for you to make up your mind. Maybe everyone’s catered to your every whim so far but I won’t.”
I could tell how she fought with herself to keep a comeback in. “I’ll go with you,” she said grudgingly.
“Then come on. Hurry.”
She tiptoed out of the cage, but Satan jumped against the bars eagerly, making her jump. She turned to the dog. “I’ll make sure my father frees you once he destroys this place.”
I scoffed. “Your father will make a rug from her fur.”
“You don’t know anything about my father.”
Shaking my head in annoyance, I motioned for her to go ahead. She finally picked up some speed as I led her to my room. The club brothers gathered in the common area hollered and whistled as they saw us. I sent them a grin, which increased the look of wariness on Marcella’s face.
The moment we entered my room, both she and I became tense, only for very different reasons.
As the vice president of the Tartarus motorcycle club, getting pussy had never been an issue. Sexy women eager to please walked in and out of our clubhouse every day. But spending the night in a room with Marcella, was a fucking temptation unlike any I’d ever encountered. I’d taken her into my room to protect her, but now that she was here, I wondered if this would seriously mess things up for me. I wanted her, had wanted her from the very first second I’d seen her if I was being honest with myself.
“I need a shower,” she said, tearing me from my thoughts. She scanned my room. She was used to better of course. I’d lived in every imaginable hut and I didn’t give a fuck if she thought this was beneath her. She was lucky that she was out of the kennel.
“Be my guest. There’s a shower behind that door. Of course, nothing as fancy as a marble bath with rain shower.”
She pursed her lips, her eyes settling on me. “Maybe you think I’m spoiled…”
“I think?”
“Maybe I’m spoiled, but I don’t think you have any right to judge me. I don’t go around kidnapping people.”
“No, you only profit from your father’s crimes, and kidnapping people is the smallest of his sins.”
Whenever I attacked her father, her walls came up as she went into protective mode. Could nothing make her doubt him? “My father would never kidnap a woman or someone’s child. He’s got honor, unlike you and your idiotic biker club.”
“You think too highly of your father. If you knew everything he’s done, I’m sure you’d change your mind.”
“Nothing you can say would ever change my mind, Maddox, so don’t waste your breath on convincing me.”
There wasn’t a flicker of doubt in her expression and it infuriated me. I wanted to destroy her image of her father. I wanted her hatred for him to match my own. I wanted her on my side. That would truly break Luca Vitiello.
I desperately needed a shower but I could hardly wear my dirty clothes a day longer. They stank of wet dog and sweat and were stained with whatever had clung to the dog hut.
“You should get ready for bed. I have an early day tomorrow and can’t afford to discuss bullshit with you all night,” Maddox said. He kept a few steps distance between us, for which I was glad. I wasn’t sure about his motives.
“I need a change of clothes. Mine are ruined.”
He motioned at the heap of wrinkly clothes on the armchair in the corner. “Pick a shirt and boxers for sleep. I won’t go shopping for you.”
After another glance at the queen-sized bed, I went over to the armchair. In the two years of our relationship, Giovanni had never spent the night. It was ironic that the first man I’d spend the night with in a room was the very man who’d kidnapped me and wanted my father dead. A biker. A man who definitely didn’t share any of our values. I had flirted with him but sleeping in his room had never been part of the plan. I looked around his room curiously. There wasn’t much to it. A bed, a chair, and a desk. The latter two only served as objects to throw clothes on.