Keeping Her (Savage Brothers Second Generation 2)

“I happen to like my ass.”

“Today maybe, but you complain all the time.”

“He’s right about that,” Gabby says, smirking at me.

“You’re such an asshole, Hawk. Remind me again why I love you,” I grumble.

“I’m your favorite person in the world,” he shrugs and while what he’s saying is mostly true, I elbow him in the gut.

“Ow,” he moans, rubbing his stomach—which is mostly rock hard and solid abs. I’m the one that should be rubbing my elbow at this point. “Don’t make me spank your ass—”

“Let’s go, Red,” Luke growls, surprising me.

I had no idea he was even around. I turn my gaze toward his voice to find him standing over me and Hawk. He looks good, sadly. He’s wearing a worn white t-shirt, the kind most guys where under a regular shirt. He’s got on black jeans and his boots again—and this time he’s wearing an MC cut, that proclaims him an enforcer of the Demon Chasers. I’ve never heard of them, but that’s not surprising. What pisses me off is that he never mentioned it, let me think he might want to prospect for Gabby’s father’s club. The asshole.

“Red?” Hawk asks, looking up at Luke as my brother studies him.

I can tell Luke has already dismissed Hawk. That’s a mistake. Hawk might not look like the guys in the club, but my brother could take any of them—and that’s not sisterly pride. Dad’s proud of him. I think he secretly wants him to become part of the club, but he’s always said our lives were ours to live. My father had his choices taken away from him in his life. He knows how important that is—even when he doesn’t agree. He’s proud of Hawk. Me? I think he wants to strangle, but he does love me. I’ve never doubted that.

What I’m unsure of right now is Luke. He’s pissed and I mean really pissed. His face is locked into place, stiff and unmovable. Anger is radiating from him and firing in his brown eyes. My first reaction shouldn’t be that he’s extremely hot when he’s mad. I also shouldn’t feel myself get wet when I stare at him like that. I’ve always known I’m different from other girls. It turns out that I might be twisted.

“Are you stalking me again, Grunt?”

“Grunt?” Hawk’s body grows stiff beneath me, but I ignore my brother. If Luke can be pissed, so can I. He’s basically ignored me for three days and now he shows up, acting like an overbearing asshole—ordering me around and not even saying hi first.

Definitely an asshole.

“I told you what would happen if you called me that. Now, get your ass out of this fuck-head’s lap and get over here.”

“I’m quite comfortable where I am, thank you very much,” I sass back, with a saccharine smile plastered on my face.

“If you don’t get over here, you’ll be uncomfortable for a week because I’ll leave blisters on your ass.”

“I’d like to see you try. You lay a hand on me and I’ll gut you like a pig, Grunt. Annnnd…I’ll do it smiling.” I add the last part, by drawing out the word and showing that the idea brings me nothing but pure glee.

Hawk laughs, probably because he knows I can do it. You don’t grow up around the men I did, who live the lives they live and not know how to defend yourself. Especially since so many of their women were in danger in the past. They take self-defense classes seriously and bring them to a whole new level.

“We’ll play our little love games later. Now get your ass over here,” Luke huffs, but I get the feeling he’s wanting to laugh at my comeback. I saw a spark in his eyes and that spark fuels my anger.

“What?” I screech, sliding off of Hawk’s lap, slapping my hands on my hips and stepping up to Luke. “Who in the fuck do you think you are?” I snarl, my anger beginning to rise to what my family likes to call the danger zone.

“The man that’s going to tame you if it kills the both of us,” he growls back.

“Tame me?” I screech.

“Who is the guy?” I hear Hawk ask Gabby.

“No clue, he showed up a few days ago and got Jazzy all hot and bothered and then ghosted her,” she says.

I jerk my head to look at her, my eyes going wide. “I did not get hot and bothered over him!”

“Oh please. You so were! You’ve been pouting for three days. You’ve barely paid attention to anything I’ve said for days,” Gabby whines.

I can’t believe she just outed me. Who does that? I’m pretty sure there’s a girl code about that shit.

“I’ve been ignoring you because there’s only so much I can handle about you mooning over Dom. You need to kick his ass to the curb and move on,” I snarl, and okay, that was harsh, but I’m pissed, and she started this shit.