“A little, but to be honest I’m kind of used to seeing violence since it has been my life for so long.” But never has it made me feel the way I felt watching you take charge. Of course she kept that to herself, but by the way he flared his nostrils she knew she might as well have said it aloud. Jagger didn’t say anything for several seconds, and Sonya forced herself to keep her eyes on him. His eyes were dark, but being this close to him she could see the flecks of amber throughout his irises.
“I wish I could tell you that I am never like that, but that would be a flat out fucking lie.” He spoke softly, but it didn’t make the masculinity in his voice or the truth in his words any less potent. “But I have never started shit with any of my crew, prospect or patched in member.” He continued to stare into her eyes, and Sonya felt herself falling deeper into whatever in the hell was pulling her under and making her feel this way about a man she just met. She didn’t know what to say in response. “But then I saw the prospect about to touch you, and all I could see was red.”
Sonya looked down at her hand on his shoulder and noticed he was shaking slightly.
“I could have killed him right then and there for even thinking about touching you.” She snapped her eyes to his and knew hers had to be as wide as saucers.
“But why?” Her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but he heard her nonetheless.
“I have no fucking idea, Sonya, and to be honest I’m not sure that this fierce need I have inside of me is good for either of us.” He was off the bed and by the door so quickly she blinked in surprise. Without looking at her he said, “You should be healed enough that in about a week we can get you set up somewhere else.” He did look at her than. “But I’ll make sure it’s safe, and I’ll make fucking sure Trick never touches you again.” A beat of silence stretched out, but all she could hear was her blood rushing through her ears. “It’s probably better if you stay in here since the party will probably be going on until the sun comes up. I also don’t want to have to crack any of my members’ skulls because their drunk asses did something to piss me off concerning you.”
“Okay.” She licked her suddenly dry lips, and Jagger looked away sharply.
“But if you need anything I’m just down the hall, the last room on the right. I rent a place about five minutes from here, but I’ll be staying at the clubhouse while you’re here. I want to make sure one bothers you.”
She had no doubts about that. “Okay, thank you again.”
He grunted once, and just like that he was gone with the door closed behind him.
Chapter Seven
Jagger paced the length of his room until he was sure he’d wear a groove in the hardwood floor. He had left Sonya in her room half an hour ago, but he had just come right back here instead of going out and getting drunk and high with his crew. The latter would have surely calmed his big ass down. Sitting on his bed and hanging his head, he inhaled deeply and exhaled just as forcibly. What was that female doing to him? Her presence was causing him to going off the deep end, and with one of the club’s prospects no less. No, it’s not her, it’s you. There was a knock on the door, but before he could tell the fucker on the other side to leave him the hell alone, it was being pushed open. Without lifting his head Jagger tilted it and stared at Diesel. His VP leaned against the doorframe and watched him silently for several seconds.
“What the fuck do you want?” But Jagger knew why Diesel was here.
“What was that shit out there with Lane?” Diesel stepped all the way in and shut the door behind him. The rooms weren’t soundproofed, and the pounding music still came through loud.
“It was nothing. The kid will be all right.” Jagger felt like an asshole for clocking Lane like he had, but to be honest he didn’t even have control of himself at that time. It was like his bear had come out like a damn cannonball, charging forward and intent on doing some damage. But he couldn’t just blame it on his animal, because the human side of him had wanted to fuck him up, too, for messing with Sonya.
“Don’t lie to me, Jagger. That shit back there was about that Wolverine MC female—”
Jagger let out a low warning growl, stopping Diesel from speaking. “She isn’t a fucking Wolverine female.” He ran his hand over the top of his head, suddenly feeling a splitting migraine start to form. His club needed to know about her and why she was staying with them, which wasn’t just about the wound. Of course how he felt for her wasn’t something that would be brought to the table. He couldn’t even explain it to himself.