turned to look at her.
"What?" His eyes cold and grey as he regarded her.
Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? "I did what you wanted, can we get out of here?"
"You don't see me talking here?" Dax said, his jaw clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I have some business to take care of, why don't you just hang out here for a while until I get back."
Madison's mouth opened in shock that he would even suggest that. "Are you fucking kidding me, Dax? What the fuck-"
Dax grabbed her by the elbow and gave her a yank towards the door. "I'll be right back," he said over his shoulder to the tall biker.
He guided Madison out into the sunlight and slammed the door behind them. " You need to watch the way you talk to me, girl."
"Fuck you!" she spat back. "I did what you wanted, I fucked your president. What are you all pissy about?"
A look passed over Dax but it was quickly replaced with stony detachment again. "Who said that was what I wanted?"
Madison was incredulous. "What the fuck? You're the one that said I had to fuck your president and everyone else in this fucking club if I want to be with you. A bullshit set of rules if you ask me, but I did it. At least the first part. But if you're-"
"Listen," Dax growled, interrupting her again. "All I said was if you want to be an ol' lady here, there were certain things you needed to do - I didn't tell you to do it."
Madison wrung her hands. "I thought you wanted me... to be with me..."
Dax's steel eyes continued to bore into her. He was probably reading her soul again, as he seemed to have a knack for doing. Whatever he saw, his eyes softened slightly before he responded.
"Listen, Madison, you're a good kid. I just don't know if this life is for you, you know. It's not for everyone. You're still young, and this is a rough bunch. You don't want to get mixed up in this shit."
Madison blew an exasperated breath from her mouth, causing some hair that had fallen into her face to flutter away. She hated when someone tried to guess what she was capable of, make decisions for her based on what they thought they knew about her. Yes, she probably was over her head but being here actually made her feel alive, and being with Dax was exciting. She hadn't ever felt this way in her normal boring life, and she wasn't interested in returning to that now. Not after having a taste of this, as small as it had been so far.
"Do you want me to leave?" she suddenly asked. She was scared to hear the answer, but she had to know.
Dax said nothing for a moment, and Madison could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the answer. She felt herself biting her lip and consciously stopped, unwilling to show her nerves or weakness in front of the powerful man.
"No," he said finally. "But I think you should."
"Are you telling me to?"
"No."
"Then I'm staying."
Dax shook his head slowly. "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."
Madison let out a long shuddering breath. "But I have you to protect me, right?"
The biker laughed, shaking his head again. "This is a bad idea."
She walked forward, putting her arms around his waist and lifting herself up on her tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. He responded by pressing his lips against hers firmly, and the peck turned into something more. His arms wrapped around her as hers slid up his back. They kissed for another minute and then finally pulled apart.
"You have a lot to learn about the way things work around here."
"Teach me," she said.
He shook his head again, sighing. "Like I have time for that. Listen, I have to go on a run, to pick something up. That's why I told you to stay here. We can talk when I get back."
Madison's face dropped at the mention of her staying on her own in the clubhouse again . When they had first arrived, Dax had mentioned that it was customary for new girls to be shared amongst the club
"What?" His eyes cold and grey as he regarded her.
Why was he being such a dick all of a sudden? "I did what you wanted, can we get out of here?"
"You don't see me talking here?" Dax said, his jaw clenched as he spoke through gritted teeth. "I have some business to take care of, why don't you just hang out here for a while until I get back."
Madison's mouth opened in shock that he would even suggest that. "Are you fucking kidding me, Dax? What the fuck-"
Dax grabbed her by the elbow and gave her a yank towards the door. "I'll be right back," he said over his shoulder to the tall biker.
He guided Madison out into the sunlight and slammed the door behind them. " You need to watch the way you talk to me, girl."
"Fuck you!" she spat back. "I did what you wanted, I fucked your president. What are you all pissy about?"
A look passed over Dax but it was quickly replaced with stony detachment again. "Who said that was what I wanted?"
Madison was incredulous. "What the fuck? You're the one that said I had to fuck your president and everyone else in this fucking club if I want to be with you. A bullshit set of rules if you ask me, but I did it. At least the first part. But if you're-"
"Listen," Dax growled, interrupting her again. "All I said was if you want to be an ol' lady here, there were certain things you needed to do - I didn't tell you to do it."
Madison wrung her hands. "I thought you wanted me... to be with me..."
Dax's steel eyes continued to bore into her. He was probably reading her soul again, as he seemed to have a knack for doing. Whatever he saw, his eyes softened slightly before he responded.
"Listen, Madison, you're a good kid. I just don't know if this life is for you, you know. It's not for everyone. You're still young, and this is a rough bunch. You don't want to get mixed up in this shit."
Madison blew an exasperated breath from her mouth, causing some hair that had fallen into her face to flutter away. She hated when someone tried to guess what she was capable of, make decisions for her based on what they thought they knew about her. Yes, she probably was over her head but being here actually made her feel alive, and being with Dax was exciting. She hadn't ever felt this way in her normal boring life, and she wasn't interested in returning to that now. Not after having a taste of this, as small as it had been so far.
"Do you want me to leave?" she suddenly asked. She was scared to hear the answer, but she had to know.
Dax said nothing for a moment, and Madison could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for the answer. She felt herself biting her lip and consciously stopped, unwilling to show her nerves or weakness in front of the powerful man.
"No," he said finally. "But I think you should."
"Are you telling me to?"
"No."
"Then I'm staying."
Dax shook his head slowly. "I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into."
Madison let out a long shuddering breath. "But I have you to protect me, right?"
The biker laughed, shaking his head again. "This is a bad idea."
She walked forward, putting her arms around his waist and lifting herself up on her tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. He responded by pressing his lips against hers firmly, and the peck turned into something more. His arms wrapped around her as hers slid up his back. They kissed for another minute and then finally pulled apart.
"You have a lot to learn about the way things work around here."
"Teach me," she said.
He shook his head again, sighing. "Like I have time for that. Listen, I have to go on a run, to pick something up. That's why I told you to stay here. We can talk when I get back."
Madison's face dropped at the mention of her staying on her own in the clubhouse again . When they had first arrived, Dax had mentioned that it was customary for new girls to be shared amongst the club
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