Not Just His Old Lady

Chapter 6

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'm lying in bed, st

to know it's Jasper. I feel his presence fill the r

eathing even, pretending to be

link of ice in a bag, then his he

with his weight. The proximity makes my skin prickle,

" he says, his voice a low

my head to look at him. In the dim light from

d in a small towel. "Frances said this w

reful, and places the cold pack over the bandages. The rel

trays me. The physical relief is too great. I let him hold m

e, the only sound the soft crack

patched you up?" he asks suddenl

d, novice mistake. He'd carried me back to the clubhouse and cleane

le in his voice. "Didn't cry at all, just bit

lips despite myself. "It was you

sound that vibrates through

ith a shared history, a shared language of touch and memory. My resolve wavers. This is the

ll the whiskey on his breath, see the deep well of regret

rutal pang. I miss us too. But

lling onto the bedspread. The warmth of his tou

sper," I say, my voice flat and empt

htens up, the distance returning betw

the ice pack. "You s

d, I think he's going to leave. A weak, tr

air in the corner of the room. He strips off his Cut, tossing it over the back o

doing?" I ask,

e leaving no room for argument. He crosses his arms ov

g. But not

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Not Just His Old Lady

Finley Steele Romance

“I was the respected Old Lady of the Iron Legion MC, managing all their legitimate businesses from the shadows for six years. But when my President boyfriend, Jasper, returned from a deadly run, he brought a woman on the back of his bike-my seat. "She's under the club's permanent protection now," he declared in front of everyone, elevating the widow to a status right beside mine. He created two queens for one throne. When her son knocked a pot of boiling chili onto my arm, leaving me with agonizing second-degree burns, Jasper rushed to comfort the uninjured, crying boy instead. His grandmother even scolded me in front of the whole club. "It was an accident! No need to make such a fuss." Later that night, Jasper confessed he owed Brandy his life and sanity, choosing his trauma bond with her over my years of quiet devotion. I finally understood that in his ledger of debts and duties, my sacrifices didn't even register. I couldn't compete with a ghost, nor the woman who walked through hell with him. So, I dropped my claim necklace on the floor and handed the club's account keys to the usurper. What they didn't know was that the club's businesses were completely bankrupt, secretly kept afloat for years solely by my family's trust fund. I cut the financial tow line, leaving them a ticking bomb, and walked away to watch his kingdom burn.”