Allie is jealous, mouthy, and has a vindictive streak in her that people shouldn’t underestimate. She hates Lana with a passion and is jealous as hell of her. I mean, she’d been a bitch toward Faye and Anna as well, with her snide comments and general cattiness, but with Lana it’s different. Faye and Anna can put Allie in her place, but Lana is more quiet and unaware. I’ve seen the scheming looks Allie gives Lana, almost like she’s planning something. Maybe she senses the connection I feel toward Lana. I’ve always tried to protect Lana from her, because I know Allie can be vicious. Whenever Lana’s around, I give Allie a little more attention, just to curb her jealousy. By trying to save Lana from Allie, it pushed her away from me a little bit more each time. But it had to be done. I want Allie and me to be completely done, and I want to close that distance with Lana.
Allie does have a sweet side, a vulnerable side, which she always tries to hide. It just isn’t enough for me to overlook the bad. Overall she is a hard bitch who was born to be on the back of a bike, just not mine.
But Lana . . .
I wanted her from the moment I first saw her, whether I was with Allie or not, even though I pretended that I didn’t. I tried to make sure she thought I only wanted her as a friend, but I’m not sure what message I really sent. Mixed fuckin’ signals for sure.
My head turns, my attention on her once more.
She’s beautiful. Sweet.
Not a mean bone in her little body . . . and yet . . . she belongs on the back of my bike. The loyalty I’ve seen her show Anna when she and Arrow got together made me realize just how strong she is. She’s so much tougher than I’d initially thought.
This one is mine. I wanted her then. And I want her now.
There is no more fighting it, pretending I don’t want her. Trying to ignore her. Giving her the impression we don’t have a chance in hell. All the games are coming to an end.
I’m going to soak all that sweetness up.
Consume her.
And no one is going to stand in my way—not even her.
She’s my end.
TWO
LANA
I CAN feel his gaze on me, but I pretend to ignore him. Instead, I concentrate on the beautiful little girl in front of me. Clover is the Wind Dragons Motorcycle Club princess. Daughter of the president, Sin, and his kick-ass wife, Faye, Clover is protected by all and loved by many. With jet-black hair, hazel eyes, and the cutest smile, the six-year-old is a force to be reckoned with.
And I’m her nanny.
Today is only the second time I’m watching her, but honestly, she is a treat. It’s extremely amusing to see how this little girl has all the rough men of the MC wrapped around her little finger. Hell, I can probably learn a thing or two from her. She’s currently sitting on Arrow’s knee, waiting impatiently as Arrow pulls a piece of strawberry candy from his pocket, unwraps it, and pops it into her mouth.
Did he just carry around that candy for her?
The girl is good.
“Don’t tell your mother,” I hear Arrow tell her quietly, in that gravelly voice of his.
“I won’t,” Clover replies¸ grinning.
I shake my head at her, amused. Arrow, who was recently elected the club’s vice president, is Anna’s man. I happen to think that they’re great for each other. As long as Anna is happy, then so am I, and it’s clear that she’s over the moon about Arrow. Feisty and strong as she is, Anna is like a happy cat when he’s around, and he’s the same. He adores her and would kill anyone who tried to hurt her. I wish I had that.
Anna’s brother, Rake, is also a club member, which is how she met Arrow and I guess how I ended up here.
The men in the Wind Dragons MC are intimidating, but they’ve only ever been nice to me, albeit a little overbearing. I know that they love Anna, and as her best friend, they also look out for me. I like to think of myself as extended family.
Anna suggested to Faye that I would be a great nanny and, more importantly, that I could be trusted. She thinks I need the money, so when Faye asked me, I accepted. Really, I just couldn’t think of a reason to refuse. But then, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to do it. Faye needed someone, and I liked her and wanted to help. It also gave me more time with Anna. Before I was Clover’s nanny, I usually saw her only once a week or so. So now I can see her more often, while getting paid to be here. Win-win.
And then there was Tracker. As much as I wanted to deny it, I was looking forward to seeing more of him, even if only from a distance.
Arrow stands, putting Clover down on the couch. “Gotta go, princess.”
Clover pouts. “So soon? Why?”
“Hey, I’m still here,” Tracker calls out, mock hurt in his tone.
Clover turns to Tracker. “I know, Uncle Tracker, but you don’t have candy.”
The two men both laugh, and I join in.
“I have to go and meet Anna,” he says, patting her on the head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Arrow’s brown eyes then turn to me. “You okay, Lana?”
I nod. “I’m fine.”
Why wouldn’t I be? Okay, so I look out of place here. I am out of place here. My black hair is up in a messy bun and I have on my reading glasses, no makeup, jeans, and a loose black tank top. Truth be told, I usually look better than this on a day-to-day basis, but I’m proving to myself that I do not care if Tracker finds me attractive or not.
Nope. I do not care.
Not one bit.
And neither does he.