Bewitching The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 7)

“Thanks. I appreciate that.” I don’t offer the same in return. I don’t get why he’s being all weird and pushy. “So about my account?”

“Right. I noticed you don’t really have an investment portfolio. I put together some stocks I think would benefit you.”

“I don’t recall asking.”

“I know but you should really think about investing and growing your wealth. At your age and with the amount of money you have sitting.”

I cut him off with a cold look. “I get that you are trying to do your job and want to be a friend, but I have to ask why? Why are you suddenly so interested in me? Is it the money? You were terrible to me in middle school and then you show up out the blue and what? You want to be my friend? Take me on a date? I don’t get it.”

“Bianca, I don’t know what I did or said, but if I did something in middle school, we were kids. I’m over your account now. It’s my job to advise you.”

“I’m sorry you’re right. Forget I said anything.”

Our food arrives and I take a few bites before my phone goes off again.

Biker Stalker: Enjoying your date?

Witch Bitch: What are you talking about?

Biker Stalker: Who’s the chump in the suit?

I glance around the dining room. I scan the bar then go back. I cap my hand to my mouth and try not to laugh. “Wow,” I mutter to myself as I stare at Bo who is glaring at Logan and me looking ready to punch someone.

“You know that guy?” Logan stares at my man.

“He’s my stalker.”

“What? Are you in some sort of trouble or danger?”

“It’s nothing.”

“I have a friend on the force I can make a call and...”

“Oh no. Nothing like that. I was joking. Sorry. Personal joke between my...”

“Her man,” Bo growls out standing in front of us looking completely lethal in his leathers and dark jeans paired with his shit kicking boots as he calls them. “Lunch is over, kitten.”  He pulls a clip of money out of his pocket and tosses some bills on the table. “For your trouble, man.”

“That’s not necessary,” Logan quips, his voice laced with irritation.

“It is. No one feeds my girl, but me.”

I grab my purse because people are starting to stare. I grimace without saying goodbye as my jealous biker stalker leads me out to the sidewalk.

He stops walking abruptly and turns into me, pressing my back against the building. Wordlessly he comes in hot, heavy, and fast thrusting his tongue deep in my mouth with pure possession as his hand goes around my throat. I whimper into his mouth, coming apart at the seams, nearly forgetting we’re in public until a horn blares.

Bo pulls away and I suck in a breath.

“You done staking your claim, caveman, or you want to piss on me too, Bo?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he grumbles, and I smile. “I like hearing my name on those lips.”

He finally told me his real name a few nights ago, but he still clams up when I ask about his family.

“What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were busy playing with your other kitty,” I tease.

“You didn’t reply, and I got tired of waiting so I tracked your phone.”

“You tracked my phone?”

“Babe. We’ve been over this, but seems you need another reminder. You’re my woman and there’s dangerous shit happening in the club. I need to know you’re safe at all times.”

“You were worried about me? I’m your woman?”

“The fuck you think we’re doing here?”

“It’s just the first time I’ve heard you say it aloud. I like it.”

“Get used to it.”

“Does this mean I get to call you my man?”

“You fucking better.” He kisses me again. “What do you say we skip the party and I fuck you all night?”

“I wouldn’t complain but that one scary pregnant lady might kill us both.”

“Pam,” he says on a chuckle. “Yeah. Crazy bitch will get us all if her party sucks.” He slings an arm around me, guiding me toward my car.

“You never did tell me what you’re going as.”

“I’m not dressing up.”

“You have to. It’s a costume party.”

“Yeah, what are you going as?”

“Duh, a witch.”

“Babe, that’s not really a costume though, is it?”

“You’re an ass.”

“But I’m a handsome ass.”

“That you are.” We stop at my car.

“I’ll surprise you.”

“Okay. I’ll do something not a witch then.”

“Pick you up after seven. We’ll drive your car.”

“See you tonight.” I peck him on the lips one more time as he holds the driver side door open for me.

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