Forever, стр. 34
When he reaches me, he clasps my wrist and pulls me along to King’s bike. I wrinkle my brows as Owen hands me a helmet. My brother is so picky about anyone touching his bike.
Honestly, Sal and Brick are the only people I’ve ever seen ride it other than King. Reap is the only one he lets work on it other than himself. So, to see Owen straddle it has my mind racing.
“Let’s go, Eva,” he barks.
I know he’s extremely pissed, so I bite my tongue, place the helmet on my head, and climb on the bike behind him. I squeeze my thighs against him and tighten my arms around his taut waist.
Some of the tension seems to leave his body as he places a hand over mine and takes off. I’m not sure what’s in store for us when we get to wherever we’re going, but I can tell it’s going to be intense.
Owen
“Son of a bitch,” I say under my helmet as I push King’s bike and try not to acknowledge Eva’s hold on me.
I can’t do this shit. Eva is my woman, but I had to watch as my workers drooled over her for hours. I had my eyes on Eva the entire time King laid his shit on me. I should be optimistic after my talk with King, but this shit has only gotten worse.
King’s ass isn’t going to handle this well. He’ll get over it, but he isn’t going to like it at all when he finds out. His current situation and the turmoil over it is going to set this whole thing on fire.
However, each time I watched one of my guys glance at Eva’s ass, I almost pulled the Band-Aid off and told him. If for no other reason than to be able to stake my claim publicly. Just to let them all know to keep their fucking eyes off my woman.
Shit, this is my fault. I wanted to bring her out of her shell and allow her to see she doesn’t have to hide in those baggy clothes. Now, all I want is to rip my own shirt off and cover her in it.
I’m burning up with rage. Anthony is lucky to still have his life, fuck his job. He’ll be in Vegas by the end of the week. We just started a new division out there. Tiny has been asking me for a few good foremen. Well, now she has one.
All I want is to take Eva home and show her who she belongs to, but I can’t. I have a meeting with a new client at the office in thirty minutes. I rev the engine on King’s bike and floor it to the office. The sooner I get this over with, the better.
I may not be able to get my hands on her now, as bad as I want to, but I’m going to make it through this meeting with one goal in mind. Oh, I plan to fuck her brains out as soon as this meeting is over, and nothing is going to stop me.
Did she do anything wrong? No, that’s my fucking problem. She’s so sweet and innocent; people prey on that. I want that fire I know she has to be on display to let people know she belongs to me, but I can’t pull that shit out yet. Why? Because we haven’t done shit right.
No, this shit is on me. I fucked up and now I’m paying for it, big time. When King narrowed his eyes at me and said he had to go, I was able to take a breath of relief. King had come and gone without things coming to blows, and I was finally able to go get my woman.
I have to make this shit right, because it’s about to make me crazy. I know what I’m about to do is on the border of insane, but I don’t give a flying fuck. In my own head, I need to prove she’s mine.
“Fuck.”
Chapter 16
Mine
Eva
We get to the Soul Deep Enterprise Building and park in the garage. Owen helps me off the bike but doesn’t say a word. I wring my hands together after he takes the helmet from me and puts it away. His face is an expressionless mask.
“You’ll sit in on this meeting with me,” he says.
With a nod, I follow him wordlessly, but I can’t help noticing how detached he sounds. We walk to the elevator and climb in. I know this is during work hours. However, when he moves to stand across from me in the car with his arms folded across his chest, my heart sinks a little.
I swallow as my mind starts to spin. I move on autopilot as we get to the floor Owen’s office resides on.
“Mr. Mason, the clients are in the boardroom,” Holden says, after lifting his head up and spotting Owen storming forward ahead of me.
I recognize him from back home. Holden is the little brother of Tracks, one of the Squad members of the Lost Souls. I shudder to think of the Squad. It only takes a second to figure out Holden must be taking over for Beth.
“Good,” Owen replies, taking the clipboard that’s handed to him.
Owen seems to be keeping his distance from me. You would think we were just two co-workers, like we should be. I’m not sure how to feel about that.
“This client wants us to bid for this project. I’m not completely convinced I want to take this one on yet. We’ll head in after I get these docs signed,” he says as he flips through the pages on the clipboard.
His tone is gruff but still professional as he explains the purchase orders and contract he scribbles his signature on. I note he doesn’t fail to show me what he’s working on. “Always make sure the spec sheets match the purchase order. I can’t