Sold to the MC Men

“Nope. Wish I could.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know how you guys survived.”

“Barely.”

He walked out into the kitchen, and he watched as she started to open cupboards, ready and waiting.

He sat down at the small table in the room and watched her.

“Do you like to clean?” he asked.

“Not so much. I like to have clean spaces, but it’s not imperative that everything is clean.” She laughed. “Is it that obvious that I do?” Her cheeks were bright red.

“You keep trying to tell yourself you’re not obsessive when it comes to cleaning?”

“All the time. I don’t even know why it happened. One moment I was used to dust and dirt. I lived in a place when I was ten, I think, and there was even a mouse. I pretended he was my best friend.”

He smiled.

“Since then, and when I got out, I made sure I cleaned everything. Not a speck of dust or anything out of place. It always had to be perfect. I guess I’m crazy.”

“You’re not crazy. Maybe a little bit, but that’s okay. I find it a little sexy.”

She snorted.

The sound of bikes in the distance made her stop. He watched her look outside. She didn’t tense up.

“I’m so pleased they’re here. I thought I was going to starve.” Her stomach growled, and she placed a hand on it. “See, not good. So not good.”

He followed her outside and watched the men, who were all weighed down with bags of food.

Tank helped them, and he watched Leah, who looked to be in her element putting everything away, giving each item a home.

She looked so happy and at home as she filled the cupboards. He couldn’t take his gaze away from her. She was the first woman in his life that he could bear to be around. He didn’t know if he trusted her just yet. Time would tell. For now, he wasn’t going to give her any shit and help make her stay at the clubhouse a little easier.

****

The scents coming from the kitchen were driving Edge insane. Since lunch time, Leah had kept herself in the kitchen. Whenever any of the guys entered, they would always come out minutes later with fresh coffee and a cookie.

When Junior had come out, he looked like he’d seen Santa Claus, he was that freaking excited.

“She bakes as well. This is so fucking awesome.”

Edge glanced toward the door. He was starving.

He was the only one who hadn’t been in the kitchen, and it was starting to grate on his last nerve.

He’d barely seen Leah all day. She’d given him that list, looking sexy in her denim shorts, and sent him on his merry way.

Tank had even looked somewhat approachable, and he wondered what she’d done to their emotionless guy.

Did she have some kind of magic wand that she was using to cast a spell all over them? No, he didn’t believe in fairy tales, and he wasn’t about to start now.

Getting to his feet, he gathered up the cups, noticing that none of the men had gone for a beer. Why hadn’t they gone for alcohol? They usually liked to do so. Booze was what helped their day go by.

Especially after a call from Marcel. There was another shipment the man wanted them to take care of. It was so close from their last order that Edge was tempted to refuse. Only, he’d offered them twice the usual pay package purely because of the extra risk.

He didn’t know what to do.

It was his job as club President to do the right thing. His men trusted him. They had voted him in as club President many years ago after he’d gotten them all out of hell. He’d vowed to protect them, to keep their asses out of jail, and to keep them on the straight and narrow, so long as they followed him.

Entering the kitchen, he saw the counters were covered in chocolate chip cookies. That explained the large bag of chocolate chips she’d asked him to pick up. There were so many cookies, so many goodies.

The woman herself stood at the stove, stirring a sauce. The door leading out onto the back yard behind the clubhouse was wide open. She could have run. None of them would have known she was gone.

It was crazy.

Leah was still there.

“Are you hungry?” she asked.

“Yeah, starving.” He looked at the door and then at her.

“I didn’t run. I don’t want to go. You guys can trust me.”

“You do know it would have made a lot more sense for you to run,” he said.

“Why? You’ll only catch me, and then I wouldn’t have this freedom, would I? I don’t want to be chained up or put in a darkened room.”

He noticed she shivered, and he wondered what that meant. Was she used to being locked in a dark room?