Hunter (King’s Men MC #1)

19. Roman

19

ROMAN

I watched through the camera as she set about her nightly routine, focusing when I saw her begin to undress, leaving her standing in her room with nothing on but pale blue panties.

If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she knew I was watching her, with the way she moved, the seductive sway of her hips when she walked, and the way she bent over to grab a sleep shirt on the bottom drawer. Her ass faced the camera… and what a fucking ass it was.

The little play I gave her the other day was nowhere near enough of what I wanted to do with her.

There would come a time when I would fuck her ass, and she would beg me for more.

Perhaps there was something wrong with me.

Certainly, a psychologist would have a field day trying to explore the dark recesses of my mind.

I couldn’t bring myself to care or stop.

I just fucking wanted her.

Not to hurt, although a little bit of pain could be fun during sex, and with the way she had responded when I slapped her tit… yeah, she fucking loved a little pain with sex.

But I didn’t want to hurt her beyond that.

I wanted to treasure her.

Protect her.

And if I was capable of it, I wanted to love her.

I looked across the room in the warehouse, where my brother stood next to Dominic.

Dominic was saying something to him, and though Micah nodded along, his eyes were trained on me.

I knew I couldn’t keep Ryleigh a secret from him for long.

I just needed more time to ensure he wouldn’t try to hurt her once he found out.

Try being the operative word.

I wouldn’t allow him to fucking hurt her.

I looked away from him and got back to directing our men, though we had competent men in the club. They didn’t need much supervision from me.

We were getting ready for a big shipment for one of our biggest clients.

Julian Levine wasn’t the kind of man anyone wanted to cross.

And though the club had its own power and men, it was easier to work with the man than fight with him.

He provided the goods, and we got them to where they needed to be.

Drugs and guns were hidden in crates with false bottoms. The top showcased containers of some sort of fruit jelly developed in Germany that were supposedly in high demand in the U.S.

Even used as a decoy, Dominic was finding ways to make money, and I bet these little jars of jelly brought in a tidy profit .

I grabbed a jar from a passing crate and placed it next to me.

I bet Ryleigh would like this.

She would like it better when I spread it all over her body and licked it clean.

I was hard just thinking about it.

I looked back down at the phone, but it looked like she wasn’t going to do her nightly masturbation routine.

What a shame.

I put the phone away, surprised to hear Micah speaking up beside me. It was only years of training that I didn’t show any outward expression.

“You taking home one of the samples to try?” he asked, pointing at the jar of jelly. “Or bringing it over to the girl?”

I shot him a look. “You know, your interest in my love life is getting annoying.”

He looked at me curiously. “Is it love?”

I turned away from him and watched the progression. “It’s an obsession.”

“And it’s something like this that will get you killed. You want me to stop taking an interest? Stop acting like this girl is your weakness. Or better yet, stop trying to protect her from me.”

He was right on both accounts. Ryleigh was my weakness, and I was protecting her from Micah.

“And what are you going to do once you meet her?” I asked.

“Nothing.”

I didn’t fucking believe him.

“It’s new. We’re not ready to meet each other’s family.”

The idea that she would want to bring me home to meet her father was laughable. She didn’t recognize me, but I fucking betted Judge Hudson would.

He eyed me. “Are you serious right now? ”

“Deadly,” I clipped.

He shook his head.

“Stop worrying about me. I can take care of myself, you know.”

He didn’t say anything. Just walked away.

I watched as men moved out of his way as he passed, not wanting to get within three feet of him.

My brother had always been intimidating, even when he didn’t want to be—and that was hardly ever the case.

Micah loved it when he intimidated others. It was probably one of his hobbies.

I shook my head.

It was about time I left. I wasn’t really needed here anymore. Not when everything seemed to be operating smoothly.

I met Dominic’s eyes from across the room and indicated toward the door.

He nodded, though I didn’t miss the curious look in them.

It had been a while since I partied with my brothers.

I was sure people were starting to notice how different I was acting. Yet, I couldn’t seem to force myself to stay away from her.

And any fucker who dared try to make me would be one dead fucker.

I went back to her apartment late that night. Everything was quiet out in the hallway, and I looked across the way where that bitch who called my girl a slut lived.

Ryleigh said to ignore her, but I didn’t think I could let it go.

I could fucking ruin the bitch’s life without touching her, and I fucking wouldn’t touch her .

Not even with a ten-foot pole.

I unlocked Ryleigh’s door and let myself in.

As usual, her apartment was dark and quiet. I had checked the camera earlier and knew she was sound asleep.

The little innocent didn’t even know she was being visited nightly by a fucking monster wanting to devour her whole.

I licked my lips from the thought and gently closed and locked the door behind me.

I walked inside her apartment, approached her open door, and quietly went through, taking in the sleeping girl on the bed.

I stayed where I was, watching her for a moment before she shifted on her bed and let out the cutest little snore.

Fuck me.

I was really gone if I thought a snore was fucking cute.

I smiled a little, made my way to the bed, and carefully climbed in so as not to startle her, pulling her against my body and holding her close.

She instantly relaxed into me, and it might be arrogant of me to think so, but I thought she slept better in my arms.

That was good, because I didn’t see myself being away from her during the nighttime often.

There might be times when work from the club might keep me away, but I was always gonna go right back to her.

I buried my face in the back of her neck, taking in that unique scent that belonged just to her.