“I love you, too.” She closed her eyes, feeling so good, and not because she had been sexually conquered. She felt whole, wanted, and invincible, but it wasn’t just because of Joker. She felt like something had started to shift inside of her, move through her, and make her stronger. Amy let herself slip into a contented sleep with the man she loved behind her, protecting her, and her future looking brighter.
Joker rolled over the following morning to the blaring of his cell phone. He didn’t want to wake Amy up but the stupid device seemed to be getting louder.
“You better get that,” Amy said, pulling away from him.
Falling out of the bed, Joker scrambled for his cell. He found it in his jeans pocket and Demon’s name lit up the screen.
“What?” Joker asked. He didn’t expect to be called about club business for a couple of days let alone the next morning after picking up Daniella.
“We need you at the clubhouse.”
“I just left you a few hours ago.”
“Fuck, Joker. Zeke’s coming down, and he wants to see you.”
“He’s not collected his daughter yet?” Joker asked, sitting up and paying attention. He saw Amy leave the room and head toward the bathroom.
“Nope. She’s been at the club all night. Do you want to hear some interesting piece of news?”
“Yeah, sure.” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and figured he might as well hear it all.
“Shakes gave up his room. He slept on the couch in the main fucking bar, Joker.”
“For Daniella?” Joker asked. “He gave his room up for her?” Out of all the men, Shakes was a selfish prick who only ever did anything for himself. This was entirely out of character, but on the drive back, it had been out of character for him to ask her questions. Shakes didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything except getting laid.
“Yeah, he gave up his room. Told any man that if they went in, he’d slit their goddamned throat.”
“What did you do?”
Joker sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand down his face.
“What do you think? I added to the warning. I don’t give a fuck who Daniella is related to. She’s a fucking teenager in college. There’s no way I’m letting any of these guys think they can play with her. Fuck, this club is not for girls like her.”
“I can’t believe that bastard didn’t come and collect her. Did she put up a fight? Any trouble?”
“Nope, she stayed out of everyone’s way. She took the Chinese food Shakes ordered for her and closed the door. It was like she wasn’t even here.” He heard Demon blow out a breath across the line. “Zeke’s a business partner for the foreseeable future. I can’t have his kids jeopardizing that relationship we’re building up.”
“I get it.” As VP, it was Joker’s job to keep up to date with everything happening in the club. “I’ll get Amy and I’ll be down there as soon as I can.”
“I’d prefer it if you were here when Zeke arrives. Deanna loved Amy. She wants to know when Amy can visit again.”
“We’re working on it. Amy’s still… delicate. I don’t want to push her too hard. I don’t expect her to just get over shit in one day.”
“I get it, Joker.”
“I’m patient; I can wait, and I’m going to help her get through this.”
“You really do love this woman, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Okay, see you when you get here.”
Demon hung up the phone and Joker dropped his head.
“Problems at the club?” Amy asked.
Glancing toward the bathroom doorway, Joker hadn’t even heard her come back. She wore his shirt, and he held his hands out. “Come here, beautiful.”
She smiled, walking toward him. Amy was a natural, sensual woman. She didn’t need any tricks or teases to make him want her.
Gripping her ass, he drew her close to nuzzle her stomach. “There are always problems in the club. Everywhere I turn there are problems.”
“Isn’t that the fun part of being in the club?” she asked, sarcastically.
“No, baby.” Resting his head on her stomach, Joker closed his eyes. Peace was hard to come by in his world. “There are other things that are a lot more fun being involved in the club.”
She started to stroke his hair. Her delicate touch making other parts of him rock hard.
“How did someone so young get to be a VP? What does a VP do?”
“I am Vice President of the club. I took a bullet, almost died, and I’ve got a pretty face. All the guys listen to me. I think they want to fuck me,” he said, raising a brow, trying for coy.