She giggled.
Her stomach growled. “I must feed you. I can’t knock you up and not take care of you.”
“Is that all you care about? Getting me pregnant?” she asked.
“No, it’s not.” He didn’t say anything more. He pulled on a pair of jeans and left.
****
Forge watched as his woman hung out laundry. He never thought he’d see the day that the lines were filled with clothing, sheets, and underwear. He sipped at his coffee, happy and content to just enjoy her.
From the moment he’d taken her virginity a couple of days ago, he’d taken every chance he got to fill her with his cum. He wanted her pregnant. Not to breed her, or because Peterson had handed him this girl like some damn trophy.
No. He wanted to knock Beth up so he had more excuses to keep her. He wasn’t going to give her back.
Peterson was going to have to be taken care of. The fucker was out there and he wouldn’t put it past him to actually do something stupid like try to sell the club out.
He had to protect Beth. She’d been right the other night. She was still in a cage and while she lived with him, her life would always be lived by a set of rules.
Hound came to sit beside him. “The whores don’t like her.”
“I don’t give a shit what the whores like. They’ve got dicks to ride. They don’t need mine.”
“We all know it’s yours they want.”
“Correction. It’s my title they’re interested in. They want to rule over this club and this town.”
“Do you really think she has what it takes to be your old lady?”
“It doesn’t matter. She’s going to be my old lady.” He didn’t look away from Beth. He knew she wasn’t part of the club life. She was too sweet and loving. He’d do anything to keep those traits of hers. She was a breath of fresh air in all of his darkness.
He craved her.
She gave him a purpose that went beyond being a Prez. Was she already pregnant? Would she grant him another reason to live, to bask in the joy of being with her?
“You may have to step up then because some of the women aren’t going to fall in line.”
“They’ll do as they’re told if they want to live. It’s as simple as that. I don’t have to explain myself to you, or to anyone. I do whatever the hell I want.”
Hound nodded. “I’ve got news about Peterson. You asked for me to keep an eye out and it would seem he’s got debts with a lot of people.”
“It’s not hard to imagine that. He’s a fucker who thinks he’s invincible.”
“Yeah, and news is, he’s attempting to sell us out. He says he’s got inside information.”
“What?” He pulled his gaze away to look at Hound.
“The only person who can give him inside information is Beth. Look, Prez, I know you want to believe she’s sweet and innocent, but it could all be fake to get under your skin.”
“Don’t even finish that fucking sentence,” Forge said.
“You need to question her.”
“I don’t. Find Peterson. Bring him to me. I’ll deal with this bullshit once and for all. He’s the one telling tales. It’s time I rip out his tongue.”
He got to his feet and marched across the yard. When he grabbed Beth’s wrist, she let out a yelp, but he didn’t stop until he’d dragged her far enough away from the prying eyes of the club.
No one would stop him. If Hound believed Beth would sell them out, then the club would vote for him to hurt her until she gave up the truth.