Wincing at the name, Killer left his bike. His real name was Theodore Smith. No one was afraid by a man with such a name, and The Lions had renamed him Killer.
“I wanted to come and see you to make sure you were all right.” He hadn’t come to see if she was all right.
She may think they were over, but it was far from over for him. He wanted her too damn much to let it be over.
“I’m fine. Everything is fine. Work is the same.” She stood with her arms folded. Her bag was over her shoulder, and he remembered her buying it in town. Why was he thinking about her f**king bag? There was so much he wanted to say.
“Tate misses you. She doesn’t invite you back to the club because she knows you’ll refuse,” he said. Bringing Tate into the conversation was a low blow, but he had to play it as otherwise Kelsey was gone.
“I miss her, too.” She dropped her hands and stared at him. “What is this about?”
He closed the distance between them. Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck, he forced her to look at him. “This is not over.”
“Theo—”
“No, my name is Killer. Use it.”
“This is not how this works. We’re not the same.” Her palm was pressed to his shirt front.
“Is this about your education and the fact I’ve got none?”
“What? No. How could you even think that?” she asked. Tears filled her eyes as she looked at him.
“I’ve not taken another woman since I met you, Kels. This is not over.” He couldn’t hold back any longer and slammed his lips down on hers.
Love, lust, pure craving filled him at the feel of her lips underneath his. With one hand wrapped around the back of her neck, he used the other to cup her ass. He wasn’t letting her go.
She gasped, opening her lips. He took full advantage, plundering his tongue inside. Her gasp turned to a moan. Killer felt her melt against him like she had so many times before. He imagined her pu**y must be flowing with arousal. They’d never gotten that close to each other.
Kelsey was the first woman he’d ever known to keep her clothes on at all times. She wouldn’t let him take her to bed. Everything was not about sex and f**king. She was the first woman to ever ask him how he was. Didn’t she realize how f**king important she was to him?
“No,” she said, pushing away. “I can’t do this.”
He refused to let her go.
“Why?” he asked, feeling anger once again at being pushed aside. “Tell me why?”
The tears that had filled her eyes finally fell onto her cheeks. “I’m not strong enough for this. Tate, Angel, they’re strong for you being who you are. They stand by their men. I can’t do this. I can’t be with you or give myself to you. It’s too much, and I’m not who you think I am. I’m not strong.”
With her words hanging in the air, she turned on her heel and ran.
Killer watched her go feeling his whole world leave him. Kelsey was also the first woman he’d ever loved.
Chapter Three
Tiny was livid. The pale cream and pink did nothing to relieve his anger as he stared around the compound. He wore no shirt, and he’d just watched Alex take his woman away in a car. He knew where they were going, yet his anger refused to cease. His men were laughing and drinking beer as the women fussed around the room. The sight of pink made him feel sick.
Tate walked up to him, smiling. Her smiling face was the only thing that could defuse him.
“Daddy, I love you, but you need to do up your pants.”
He’d been in a rush to get to Eva when he saw her leaving, and he’d not given any thought to his state of undress. His shoes and the rest of his clothes were still in his office. The scent of Eva’s release surrounded him.
Quickly zipping up his pants, Tiny cursed. “When your Uncle gets back, he’s a dead man.”
“No, he’s not. You love Uncle Alex like a brother. Besides, him taking Eva away is probably the best.” Tate was flicking through a catalogue with babies on the cover.
“And why is that?” he asked, getting annoyed again.
“You’ve said something to make her run from you. When it comes to Eva you’re always saying or doing something to piss her off. I’m surprised she has stayed so long.” She looked up from out of the catalogue. “You don’t think she’s going to be waiting around forever, do you?”
“Do you have a problem with her?”
“No. I love Eva. Always have and always will. My love of her is not going to stop her from leaving,” Tate said, folding her arms over her chest.
“She’s not leaving. Eva is staying in Fort Wills.”
Tate scoffed. “You’re like every other man. Murphy thought he could tame me, and yet he’s still trying.” She tapped Tiny on the shoulder. “Dream on, Dad.”
She walked away before he could refute her statement. Fucking women, even his daughter was plotting against him, but she got her attitude from him, which he couldn’t complain about. He watched her go to Angel and Sophia. All three women were pregnant with his men’s babies. The next generation meant a lot to him. Without the future of The Skulls there would be no one to keep Fort Wills safe. They all had a responsibility to the town to protect them all. He took his job very seriously as a protector.
“They all look happy, don’t they?” Zero asked, stepping up beside him.
“If you’re going to make some f**king snide comment about what went down in the office then we can take this outside.”
“I’ve got nothing to say about Eva or the noises she makes.”
Tiny tensed. He saw Zero wasn’t looking at him but at the women giggling. Nash moved behind Sophia to stroke her waist. The other Skull was the only guy in the room with a bottle of water in his hand. He was proud Nash was taking his addictions seriously. Sophia was good for the other man. She kept him grounded.
The way Eva grounds you.
Another one of his thoughts, he cut off quickly. He couldn’t be thinking about himself and Eva together or how she completed him and made him want to be a better man.
“You’re not poaching on another woman, are you?”
They all worked by knowing the women who were taken and the women who were fair game.
“No, I’m not taking Nash’s woman. Sophia’s … I don’t know. She’s different, yet she’s the same. It’s like a part of her refuses to see all the shit that goes on, and she’s been dealt shit and knows it exists. I respect her, okay. It’s not often you’ll hear me say that about a woman.”