The Outlaw's Obsession(32)

Singer nodded and was up and out of the meeting room. It wouldn’t take long to gather everyone up. Everyone was scattered around Steel Corner, but close enough that they could be at the clubhouse in less than thirty minutes if needed.

“Well, and then this brings up the whole Sonya situation. She’s not leaving here until Trick is dead. I was going to send her to a more secure place until we got shit taken care or, but I can’t send her out there with that fucking lunatic on the loose, no matter how safe we make it.” Jagger wasn’t ready to admit the other biggest reason he wanted her at the club: because he went ballistic even thinking about her being away from him. Shit, what he felt for her was insane, but fucking hell it felt so good and right. Jagger looked at Court. “Her shoulder’s looking good?”

Court nodded. “Yeah, surprisingly she is healing very nicely. She refuses any more narcotics, but she’s tough, I know some of these assholes couldn’t even handle a stubbed toe let alone a bullet flying through their shoulder.” There was a round of good natured curses thrown Court’s way.

“All right, last order of business is that everything is closed and done with the coke mule-ing, so aside from those two kilos that Brick will sell off, we are now in the fighting business.” The guys pounded on the table and smiled, but they couldn’t celebrate this liberation yet. They still had the Trick matter, and for Jagger that was the most important one. Sonya wasn’t going to get hurt. He would make damn fucking sure about that.



Sonya turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing a new outfit Jagger had bought for her, and although she felt strange letting him buy her clothes because right now she couldn’t possibly pay him back, his generosity seemed to have no bounds. There were things she noticed about Jagger that she knew he tried to hide. On the outside he was so tough and in control, and he was the leader of his MC. He commanded his men, didn’t take shit from anyone, and the words he spoke were listened to with rapt attention. Yes, he was scary with his impressive build, growly voice, and overall presence, but he talked to the other members not as a man dictating to them, but one that cared about them. This was a family as much as if she was still at home with her mom and dad. And over the last few days she had seen the way they were with each other, the laughs they shared, the good hearted humor, and the overall warmth that each man gave. She wasn’t naïve enough to think that they still weren’t dangerous, but she saw the way they were with each other, and it was nothing like the life she had lived with Trick. He and his men were just vile, disgusting bastards, and there had never been a sense of brotherhood between them.

There was a loud noise coming from the other side of her bedroom door, but she knew they were in a lockdown due to Trick still being out there, and apparently close to Jagger’s clubhouse. And as frightening a thought as that was, inside this clubhouse, with Jagger beside her, Sonya didn’t feel like anything could harm her. She just hoped they caught him before he could hurt anyone else. Trick wasn’t above harming women and children to get his point across. She didn’t know the details of what was happening with that wolverine bastard, but she knew that he had to be stopped at all costs.

She walked over to the small mirror that hung on the back of the door. The outfit she got, courtesy of Jagger, was pretty much a duplicate of the other four sets she had gotten in the boutique. A pair of jeans, a plain shirt, this one darker, and a pair of slip on ballet flats. She had also gotten a couple packs of underwear, a few bras, and some socks. But then she thought of what Jagger would do if she walked into his room wearing some of the lacy undergarments she had seen hanging on some of those rack in that shop. Those were dangerous thoughts since all they did was make her even more aroused. Ever since Jagger had said those things to her in his room, it was as if Sonya felt the pull toward him even more intently. But he made sure to keep this distance between them.

Since returning to the clubhouse after shopping several days before, Jagger had only spoken to her when need be. He made it a point to not look at her unless absolutely necessary, and Sonya admitted that it hurt. She didn’t have to be a shifter to know he wanted her, and even if he hadn’t said those things to her, made that wall she had erected around herself crack and crumble, she had seen the way he looked at her. She wanted him, but it was clear nothing could ever happen between them.

“You need to remember the ultimate goal, Sonya.” She spoke to her reflection and smoothed her hands down her pants. “This isn’t the life you want, remember?” But the words that came from her didn’t match how she felt inside. This was the first place she had truly felt safe at since being taken from her home, and that meant a lot.