Bounty: Fury Riders MC by Zoey Parker Page A

know?”
     
    “Onyx told me.”
     
    “Onyx talks too much.” His face hardened. “He needs to mind his own damned business sometimes.”
     
    “All he said was that this doesn’t happen often. That’s all. I’m the one who asked.”
     
    “I don’t doubt it.” He smirked.
     
    “Listen, I don’t feel like fighting over this, okay?” Mostly because none of it was what I was really fighting about. It was the bitter jealousy I had felt when I saw Brett coming downstairs with Vince. It killed me, and I hated admitting it to myself.
     
    “I don’t want to fight about anything at all.” He smiled, and I wanted to believe him. I wanted to believe he was the good guy the girls told me he was. I wanted to believe he wouldn’t use a sweetheart like Brett, who was clearly in love with him.
     
    I wanted to believe he didn’t share her feelings.
     
    He turned to leave the office. “I’ll leave you to your work. And I’ll tell you when breakfast is ready.” His hand was on the doorknob when I just had to speak, or else lose the moment forever.
     
    “Be careful, okay?”
     
    He turned to me, a confused smile on his face. “With what?”
     
    “Not with what. With whom.”
     
    Confusion touched his hazel eyes, and they narrowed. “Fine, then. With whom?”
     
    I sighed. “Her.”
     
    He smirked. “You were sleeping in my bed,” he said, shrugging. “What was I supposed to do? Climb in with you?”
     
    I blushed. “No.”
     
    “I mean, I could have dumped you in another bed. Axel’s, maybe, or Joe. If you wanted it that way.”
     
    “Stop it,” I said, shaking my head. “Don’t make jokes about using that poor girl.”
     
    His face hardened. “That’s none of your business.”
     
    I shrugged. “She’s a nice girl is all. Be careful with her.”
     
    He turned from the door, walking to the desk in a way that reminded me of an animal stalking its prey. “You don’t need to tell me the kind of girl she is. I know how nice she is. And face it. If you met her on the street, if none of this happened and you just crossed paths out of nowhere, you wouldn’t give her a second glance. Just like me. We’re trash to you. So don’t pretend like you give a shit about any of us.”
     
    I froze in place, feeling the color drain from my face. I must have looked like I saw a ghost. I knew from the satisfied smirk on Vince’s face that my action pleased him. He left the room, closing the door.
     
    Was that true? I sat in the chair, going over his words. Yes, he was right about one thing: I wouldn’t have given any of them the time of day. They weren’t like the people I knew. I couldn’t help it. Just because they were nice people didn’t mean we had to be friends.
     
    And we wouldn’t be. Wasn’t I planning on leaving and never looking back the minute I was given the all-clear? I had no intention of forming relationships with any of them, so what right did I have to tell Vince how to live his life?
     
    Because I wanted him. The thought, sharp and plain, hit me like a bolt from the blue. I wanted him badly. It was no use telling myself I didn’t, that it was just a stupid crush or that I was tricking myself into thinking I liked him because he saved me. I just wanted him. In my arms, in my bed. The sooner, the better.
     
    Oh, this was no good. I folded my arms on the desk and rested my still-aching head on them. Still, somehow just admitting that I wanted him felt like a load was lifted from my shoulders. It was easier to come clean with myself.
     
    He was sexy. A magnet, like the girls described him the night before. They sure seemed to have a good idea about him. I guessed they probably all went through phases at one time or another when they liked him. I couldn’t blame them. I was dangerously close to falling myself.
     
    I shook my head. No way I could let this happen. I couldn’t fall any farther. So what if his eyes were so beautiful I could hardly keep from staring into them?