"You're finishing your last year of high school." Leigh paced in front of me, in the middle of a rant. "I mean it Gabriella you can go back and do it at a fucking real school. As for this deal with Saxon you are gunna have to hold that up."

"It's running books Leigh. Seriously. I could do it in my sleep." I wrinkled my nose up. "But as for this school business."

"School is a deal breaker." He pointed at me. "You wanna live with me, you are finishing your last year of high school."

"Living with you! You have put me in a fucking cottage!"

The garage was built on a large property and I didn't even realise there was a massive shed hidden behind a row of trees behind it- this was known as the clubhouse. Then if you trail up a dirt road for what feels like agers you come to this run down barely liveable cottage. And that is where they stuck me.

Away from the men- as my brother so politely pointed out.

"It was nice of Saxon to do that. The way you spoke to him I'm fucking surprised he didn't drop your ass in a clubhouse room and let the boys have at you."

I rolled my eyes. Because every man wanted me.

"Fine I'll go back to school but as for this place, you are helping me make it liveable." I pointed a finger directly at him. "I refuse to live in a dump."

"Fine. I'll take you into town tomorrow shopping."

"Thank you." I crossed my arms feeling happy with that.

Maybe something good will come out of this mess after all. As I sat down on the half sunken in couch, my mind drifted back to Saxon and the way he looked at me. It was like... like something was there, drawing him to me.

I frowned, still not being able to explain the way he had looked at me.

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Swinging my legs in the truck, I waited for Leigh. He had said over half an hour ago he would be a minute. I was about ready to storm into that massive black shed with the Satan's Son logo spray painted on the front of it. Then the side door swung open and out stormed, not my brother.

For fuck sake!

How hard was it to get some car keys and drive me into town!

I watched Saxon walk this way, running a hand through his short black hair. He was wearing a black tshirt that clung to his tanned skin. He had one arm heavily tattooed while the other arm only had a few scattered tattoos. He was wearing leather pants, big black heavy looking boots and a leather vest, that was decorated in patches.

I was positive this man had no problems when it came to the ladies.

As if he knew I was staring at him, his blue eyes bounced off the ground and locked with mine.

God I loved the shade of those eyes.

It was like an icy blue that you would only expect to see in movies, when the actor was wearing fake contacts. It was rare, unique and only added to his overall sexy appeal.

Wasn't till he was opening the drivers side door, that my mind clicked back working.

"Your brother has shit here to do." His words were clipped and straight to the point.

"Oh." Was all I stumbled out and then sighed. Well looks like my day shopping, wasn't going to happen.

My eyes widened when I watched, in some what horror as he climbed into the truck.

"What are you doing?" Seriously why was he getting in the truck? Had he told me to get out? Did I miss that?

"I said your brother has shit here to do for me. Didn't say you weren't going."

"You're taking me."

He looked across at me, "Got a problem with that sweetheart?"

"I well. Um. It's just. I um. You see." For all that is holy string a sentence together Gabriella! "Don't you have more important things to be doing?"

"No."

He answered so quickly that I didn't know what to do. So I just reached for the seat belt and strapped the hell in. Because it wasn't like my mouth was capable of actually speaking! No. Apparently all I can do now is stutter out sentences. Curse you hormones. Curse you, you darn good looking male. I stuck a side way glance at him, catching him staring at me.

"What?"

"Don't know where you want to go sweetheart, can't drive there till you tell me." His words were like velvet to my hears, and the way he said sweetheart.

Oh. MY. GOD. Snap out of it Gabriella!

"Um well.." I drummed a finger on my lips trying to think of somewhere. "Well now you have a very good point."

He started the engine up and the truck slowly clicked over, after being revved heavily by him, to make it come to life.

"How about we start with a furniture shop?" He suggested, arching his eyebrows at me.

"Great idea. Sleeping on the floor last night was fucking awful."

The place had no bed and the couch was half missing. All I had was a sleeping bag.

"Fuck. You should have come down and said something. Didn't realise there wasn't a bed up there." His tone waved with genuine concern. "Why didn't you tell your brother?"

"He knew. He gave me a sleeping bag."

"Did he just." He muttered, seeming unimpressed. "Maybe we should give him a sleeping bag instead of a bed when we get back."

I cracked a grin, "I like your thinking."

"Glad you like something about me." He winked and turned the truck out of the garage.

So this was really happening. I was going shopping with Satan's Son President. Yep. This was most likely only something you would read about in a book or see on a tv show. I stuck another glance at him.

But no actor could capture his looks.

"So you need a bed, what else?" He kept his eyes on the road but seemed to want to keep a conversation flowing between us.

"Shit." I cursed.

"What?" He glanced at me, "You forget something?"

"Yeah money. Leigh was bringing that."

"I'm paying."

"You are?" Seriously I just stared at him blankly. "Why?"

"Cause it's my cottage."

"Your cottage?"

He cracked a grin, "You hard for hearing or something?"

"Shut up." I smacked his arm, without even over thinking. Shit. He isn't my brother. "I mean um, sorry?"

Why I sat here expecting him to curse and throw a bunch of warning at me. He just laughed. Literally, gave me one look and laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Your terrified face."

"Well I did hit you."

"Barely. If you are planning on hanging around my clubhouse you better learn to throw a better punch or slap in your cause."

"I can punch." Not.

"Sure you can sweetheart."

I rolled my eyes and stared out the side window. Why was it when it came to this man I couldn't say or do anything right. Seriously he had to be what, in his late twenties? I had no right to be looking at him the way I was.

Maybe I was just screwed up cause I've been living on a farm for so long.

"So you going to tell me your name yet?"

My head whipped to the side to meet his curious eyes.

"It's Gabriella. Not Gabby not Abby especially not Gabs. It's Gabriella."

Leigh only called me Gabs when he was mad and even then he should know better.

He laughed again and it reached his eyes, as he shook his head amused.

"You sure as fuck know what you like and hate, don't ya?"

"I would like to think so but who knows." I shrugged my shoulders. "I haven't really experienced much."

"Your brother said you were heading back to school?"

"Please don't remind me. It makes me want to drill holes in his head which I'm sure would be unhealthy for him."

He smirked. "You sure as fuck got a pair of lips on you."

"I would say thank you, but I think you are saying it as insult."

"Not insulting you babe. Just complimenting you."

He was complimenting me. I swallowed sharply. "Thanks then?"

God I felt like awkward had just shallowed me and was making me this unsure and uneasy mess.

He cracked a wide grin, "Not use to compliments?"

"Well before this I lived with a father that through whisky was suitable for breakfast, lunch, dinner and any snack. Then well you have meet Leigh. I think it would kill him to compliment anyone or anything."

"Irish is a good bloke." He slowed down to a stop sign. "Didn't know he had a sister till yesterday though. Don't like secrets like that."

Didn't realise I was a secret. I stared down at my hands and sighed. He didn't really want me here, did he? How could he if he kept me a secret?

"Your mind burning with questions now isn't it?" He pulled me from my own thoughts.

"Hard to think much of yourself when your brother kept you a secret."

"Makes you feel any better, my boys aren't the sharing type."

"Still. It hurts." I glared out the window. If Leigh was ashamed of me then I could be ashamed of him.

The next thing I knew I felt a hand on my knee, squeezing it.

"Don't bash yourself up about it. Irish made a fucking mistake anyway. Who in their right mind would want to keep you a secret?"

My knee was tingling from his touch, and he didn't lift his hand. I just stared at the side of his face. Not knowing what to say, or what to do.

So I just stayed quiet and that was something I rarely did. He lifted his hand off my knee and returned it to the stirring wheel.

I shallowed the feeling of doubts and returned to staring out the window. That explained why Leigh never rode his bike out to see us. I bet he would only come out when he was in the truck so he wasn't asked questions where he was going. The boys would think it was for work- not to go see his family that he left behind.

Well he left me behind.