Page 2 of Sapphire

“I’m not going anywhere with you. I have a room upstairs.”

“Not now you don’t.”

“I’m not going,” I reiterate, my hands on my hips. It’s not like he can make me.

“You have no choice, Saph. I can’t ensure your safety if you stay here.”

“You don’t need to. I’m a big girl.”

“We’re not gonna fight bout this,” he grunts. “You’re in my territory now. Plus, Reap will kill me if he finds out I left you here.”

Silence falls between us.

The man talks sense, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to just jump on the back of his motorcycle just because he told me to.

“Sin, I don’t have to do anything. I’m a grown-ass woman and⁠—”

“There she is!” a voice booms behind us. Suddenly, the giant is back, still cupping his balls as he points at us, a couple of angry-looking dudes beside him. One has a fucking baseball bat.

“Shit,” Sin mutters, pushing off the bike. He moves so fast; in all of two seconds he’s hopped on his Harley, and the beast roars to life, deafening the voices. “Time to go. Sapphire, jump on. Now!”

I’m no dummy. I grab his shoulder for support and swing my leg over as he maneuvers a screeching U-turn with ease and takes off down the alleyway. I turn, giving them all the middle finger as we fly into the night.

“Fucking troublemaker,” he says loudly over the engine so I can hear him. “Hold on. Don’t need you fuckin’ fallin’ off.”

He acts like I don’t have a motorcycle of my own. Asshole.

I tap him on the shoulder when we hit the highway, and out of harm’s way.

“My stuff,” I protest.

“I’ll send a prospect,” he tells me.

Luckily, I didn’t unpack, so it shouldn’t be too difficult for them.

The last thing I expected was to be wrapped against Sin tonight, not that my arms reach fully around him because he’s so massive, but I’m also not complaining. While we may have had a heated rivalry over the years, we’ve never boned.

The girls rib me about him all the time. I deny it, but heck, I wouldn’t mind fucking him once, just to see if he’s any good. I don’t mind admitting I’ve fantasized about his cock on more than one occasion.

His body is solid and warm. His scent—musky and masculine, mixed with oil and grease—sending my pussy into overdrive. I admit this man does it for me on some carnal level that I don’t fully understand. An unhealthy level.

The fact I have my thighs squeezed around his hips only heightens the discomfort brewing between my legs, especially with the thrum of the straight pipes rattling my core.

Sin rides the motorcycle with ease, and I feel safe on the back of it. He turns slightly, looking over his shoulder, and I swear to God I hear him growl something. Probably cussing me out, nothing new.

When we get to the clubhouse, the prospect immediately opens the gates, and we roll in.

After parking in the shadows, Sin kicks the stand down and turns the engine off. We sit there in silence for a few moments.

“You good?” I ask when he doesn’t move. “Did those little boys in the alleyway scare you, Alexander?”

I know he’s trying to compose himself, but he didn’t need to step in. I was perfectly fine.

I’m a goddamn Enforcer. Okay, I’m not a dude, but I just took one down. What more do I have to prove?

Sin’s spine straightens. I’m one of the few who know his real name, and I use it from time to time to taunt him. Not that there’s anything wrong with the name Alexander; I think it suits him. But knowing it irks him gives me a sick sense of pleasure.

“The fuck you say, woman?”