Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha – Chapter 97

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As the highest ranking member, Tommy, the Grimm MC’s Sgt. in Arms, rode point with Leroy by his side. Luca and I followed behind him with the Enforcers surrounding us and Frank positioned at the back.

Keeping my head tucked down in the back of Lucky’s neck, I clutched his torso tightly. Eyes squeezed shut, I let the familiar rev and vibration of the motors block out my chaotic thoughts. I had no idea how to explain to them what had happened to us.

full height, chest puffed out, presenting himself as a formidable deterrent to anyone who might make the mistake of coming near me.

staurant.

inside a hard candy shell.

ful.

noticed my less than welcoming response

ow of booths lined the exterior windows opposite an equally long stretch of high backed stools facing the sleek, polished-steel countertop to accommodate the many patrons. who frequented the establishment alone.

the other bikers spread out around us, forming a protective perimeter.

ddress. The men outnumbered me eleven-to-one, so it made sense she just went with the generality.

rt attention. At the very least, he would have flirted shamelessly with her, even to my embarrassment at his unrestrained vulgarity, but not now. Now, this was business, not pleasure and he barely looked up from

around the table and then to the rest of the grou

tting anything into my stomach made me want to gag.

ride home?”

it.

wolves shift into their fur forms. So at this point, our half-beast sides were not a part of the discussion.

a family.”

pulling the muscles in his biceps tight. He nodded hard, not willing to

Tommy turned to me. “What’s your real name? Cuz

still call me Abby if you like.”

mily?”

nder of the relationship between Leander and me. Swallowing thickly, I nodded.

t have anybody else to call.”

ugh it weren’t any big deal. “So, you going to tell me your real name too?”

s Luca,” Lucky replied

it ain’t Whiskey.”

er ego. “I’d actually prefer if you still called me Whiskey.”

ugh,” Leroy ack

n front of the correct person.

plate more than actually eating.

u runnin’?”

d swallowed. “It was a misunderstanding.”

get hurt due to my ignorance. The fuckers that took you were dangerous. They weren’t playin’ around. I’m gonna need a little more than a misunderstanding.”

mine over his and spoke before he could, “It was an ex-boyfriend.”

ed. “Yours or his?”

f**k?”

ked.

g.”

my words, “It just didn’t…work out.”

w, Romeo’s just gonna let you walk away?” Tommy asked skeptically

wn and swiped the napkin across his mouth as he studied me for a long

ith him?”

in the stomach.