“No. That’s one crime nobody can pin on me. I came close a time or two, I won’t lie, but only in self-defense,” he added hastily. “I’m not a hardcore villain, Christie. When you meet the guys, they’ll tell you. I’m the annoying brat who gets involved where he shouldn’t.”
She could see that. He had that air about him—the perpetual younger brother. It was that youthfulness to him that drew her in like a moth to the flame.
“Jackson got us involved in human trafficking,” he whispered, closing his eyes, and tilting his head forward. She saw the shame on his face, the horror, and she knew he’d shut her out so he couldn’t see her reaction to his revelation.
She couldn’t blame him for it. Was there anything lower than the buying and selling of other people?
“None of us signed up for that. None of us. We move drugs, a bit of hardware, that’s our MO. Never people. We did two runs, and I wasn’t even involved in them, but I felt like such a fucking bastard. I hated it. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, Christie. I hated Jackson, hated him for getting us mixed up in that shit. I had to go to Cinda to see if there was someone she knew who could help. When I got Annette’s card, I went to Mars because he was the only one I knew who could take Jackson on. Like I said, Mars should have been Prez. He’s the strongest and one of the oldest in the Clan. Now he’s Prez and things are different. They’re how they should always have been.
“We got Annette involved, but things went to hell quickly. Jackson had screwed the cartel over, and Annette got shot. Mars went on the rampage, but we broke open the entire mess and saved the last shipment of girls. We got them out.”
“Hang on a minute. I’ve been reading about this in The News World. You were involved in that?”
His nod was grim. “Yeah, and not a minute too soon.”
“Is the MC at war?”
He cocked a brow. “Let me guess, a Sons of Anarchy fan?”
She grimaced. “Maybe.”
His lips twitched, but he simply said, “We cast the blame elsewhere. Look, what we did is wrong, and the club is trying to get back to where we were before Jackson fucked us over. Mars is Prez now, and he runs things differently.”
“Not differently enough if you went to jail over this.”
“I didn’t. It wasn’t Mars’s fault.” He grimaced. “Those cartel soldiers are bastards. I was at one of our local haunts and one was there. I recognized him from the day we got the girls out. I couldn’t help myself. The way they’d stored them—it was like they were meat.” He swallowed, and she knew he was swallowing back bile. What he’d seen had disturbed him at a base level.
The fact that made her breathe a bit easier.
“I’ve never seen anything like it, and I never want to again. It all built up in me, and when I saw that bastard, hanging out like he was the big man, I saw red. I got into a fight. I’m not proud of it, but I’m not ashamed either.” The last was said with venom. “They deserved worse than what I served him. They all deserve to rot in hell.” He let out a long breath, one that seemed to have his whole body rattling, making the water tremble in his wake. “Well?”
“Well, what?” she asked, her tone as cold as her body. She shivered a little because despite the hot water, Mundo’s story had freaked her out.
“What’s your verdict?” There was bitterness to his tone, bitterness on his face.
“What do you want me to say, Mundo?” She sucked in a sharp breath. “Do you want me to say I’m happy that you did what you did—be it the trafficking stuff or beating up that cartel soldier? How can I say I am when it would be a lie?”
“Can you forgive me for it?” His words were quiet, timorous, and they were so opposite the man she’d come to know in these past few hours that she ached.
That boy-next-door vibe of his was quaking in front of her, and Christie found that she didn’t like that. No, she didn’t like that one bit.
“I don’t need to forgive you for it, Mundo,” she told him quietly. “You need to forgive yourself. But, if that’s the life you’re going to lead, if you’re going to keep on being a part of that world, then I don’t know if I can be a part of your world.”
He quickly shook his head. “I swear to you, Mars is a different kind of Prez.”
“But you’re still dealing with illegal stuff, aren’t you?”
He winced. “No more than any other MC. We have legitimate sidelines too, you know.”
“And do you work in them?”
“That’s my major role, but Mars likes me, and he doesn’t think that every word out of my mouth is bullshit, so I’m on the council.”
She traced her finger down the lip of the tub. “What ‘sideline’ do you work in?”
His ears pinkened and he ducked his head sheepishly. “It’s nothing like what you do. I’m a mechanic—but I’m really good at it.”
His earnestness made that ache in her chest deepen. She could sense he was ashamed that he was blue collar, and that wasn’t her intention at all. Her father worked in a plant, and her mother was a receptionist at the local elementary school. Of her siblings, she was the only one with a degree.
She leaned forward to rest her hand on his knee. “I’ll bet you are.” His smile could have lit up the room.
“I love working on the bikes; that’s the major part of the business. But I like the vintage ones, and they’re rare. We don’t get many of those, mostly custom builds. Hank is the head of the shop, but he’s not going to be around for much longer. He’s got COPD, and working in that kind of environment just isn’t good for him. I think Mars will let me take over the running of the place.”
His pride was evident, and she squeezed his knee. “I’m so pleased for you, Mundo.” And she was.
She really, really was.
Maybe this could work. If Mundo’s dealings with the MC weren’t totally illegal, then that side of her nature that was an anal-retentive goody two shoes could breathe easily. Then the other part of her, the side that rebelled, could be content with his naughty ways.
A flush of warmth rushed through her, but it was more languorous than needy. In fact, the difference between now and earlier was astonishing.
She’d felt like she could climb the walls before Mundo had arrived, and now, she truly felt at peace.
“Do you do any of the runs?” she asked, needing to know.
He shrugged. “Only in an emergency. They don’t like to use me,” he admitted.
“Why not?”
“I’m young.”
That had her cocking a brow. “You are? I saw your records. You’re fifty, aren’t you?”
“Decidedly middle-aged for the human world, but not for Shifters. I’m practically an adolescent.” He scrunched his face. “Need another three decades or so for them to start taking me seriously.”
“But they’ll let you run the shop?” she asked carefully, not wanting to disappoint or discourage him but needing to understand.
He nodded, his eagerness making her smile. “I’m really good, Christie. Like really good. I’m already Hank’s right hand man. It only makes sense for me to be the one to take over his position.”
“I can’t believe you’re a baby in your world.” She laughed. “That’s crazy.”
“Less of the baby,” he half-mocked, a twinkle in his eye. “I’m definitely ‘mature.’” That came complete with the finger twitches. “But not mature enough for the more serious side of the business.”
She tugged at her lip. “Then, I guess I can’t say anything, can I?”
“Of course you can. You’re my mate. You’re all that matters now, Christie, but not being a part of The Nomads is something I can’t negotiate on. Mars knows that anything illegal is automatically off the cards now that you’re in my life. That’s how it works. Anyone with a mate is on a whole other level because you’re so rare, sweetheart. Not everyone is lucky enough to find theirs, so when one of the brothers does, we kind of look out for them. It’s part of the code.
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ers aren’t as uncommon as you might think, but our numbers are in no way as large as humans. We can only get mates pregnant, so a lot of the guys take that into consideration too. Plus, females in general are well respected. We breed so few of them that, in comparison to human males, we practically worship the ground you walk on.”
She snorted at that. “Not sure if that sounds appealing or not.”
He grinned. “Well, you only need me to kiss your heels, don’t you?”
His wink had her laughing out loud. “Your sister must be a rebel like you, eh?”
That comment was apparently astute enough to have him grunting. “Yeah. She was cloistered. All girl children are. The instant she was mature, she went off on her own and started tearing up a new one.” He shrugged. “What can I say? The minute I could get away from my parents, I did the same, so I can’t fault her. Cinda had to put up with them a lot longer than I did. She deserves her rebellion.”
“Will I get to meet her?”
He smiled. “Do you want to?”
“Of course I do. My parents aren’t due for a visit until the end of next month; it’s their turn to travel to me. You can meet them then.”
Mundo shifted, making the water quiver. “I hope they like me.”
“I can’t promise that. My mom doesn’t seem to like anyone, not even me sometimes.” She pulled a face. “She’s always on at me about something, but my friend Mindy tells me that’s because she cares. Daddy is quiet as a mouse, but he’s wonderful. He’d give you his last dollar in a heartbeat if you needed it. He’s just that kind of guy.”
“He sounds like a great man.”
“He is.” Her smile was heartfelt—Christie was most definitely a daddy’s girl.
“What does you mom criticize you about?”
She huffed out a breath. “Can’t you guess?” She let her hands sweep down over her form.
“What? She doesn’t like your body?” He cocked a brow. “Why does it matter to her what you look like? I mean, you’re beautiful, babe, but it’s not like she needs to worry about if men want to screw you, is it?”
She gawked at him and his reasoning, then shook her head. “I’m not sure you understand what I mean.”
“I probably don’t,” he admitted, his tone so cheerful and chipper she felt like rolling her eyes. “You humans have a weird way of looking at shit.”
Well, that was one way of looking at it, she supposed wryly. “She thinks I’m fat. Too fat to find another boyfriend.” She wrinkled her nose. “I have three brothers. Gary is sterile, Jason is gay, and Derek is the biggest douchebag playboy going. She has no grandchildren, and she’s looking at me to be the first one to give them to her.”
“Well, we can see to that,” Mundo told her, his tone and expression close to lascivious as he waggled his eyebrows at her. “But I think your mother’s being very harsh. You’re not fat.”
She ducked her head. “I could lose a few pounds.” Make that twenty.
“What?” he almost shrieked. “No way. Look at you, you’re like something from an oil painting. You’d better not lose any weight, baby. You’re hotter than hell.”
“I am?” she questioned, peering down at the curves she’d always considered too generous, unable to believe that he felt so positive about her luscious form.
She knew Jake had loved her, knew it deep in her very bones, but even he had encouraged her to diet. He’d always been trying to get her to start running or do something active—mostly to make sure she was healthy, but she knew he’d have liked her a little less ‘round.’
“You are,” Mundo told her with flattering quickness. “You’re perfect as you are, and that’s what matters, right? Not what your mother thinks but what I think. Although,” he groused, “Cinda would probably smack me upside the head and say it was what you thought that mattered. But you’re a woman, it’s in your genetic code to hate the way you look.”
She chuckled at that, because hell, he wasn’t wrong.
“Plus, if your mother was worried about you never finding another partner, then she can chill out, can’t she? I’m not going anywhere, babe. And that’s a promise.”
Chapter Seven
Three days later, she still shivered in reaction to his words. The promise had been more of a vow, and it sank into her very marrow like a comforting blanket, wrapping her up in his oath to always be there for her—to never leave her.
Jake had made her a vow, one she’d recited back to him, one he’d broken, unwillingly, but broken nonetheless. But that promise was different from the one Mundo made her. She and Jake had known each other through college, had lived together first and then married. She’d known all his quirks, all his faults by the time she’d even thought about a wedding dress, and she’d loved him because of and despite of those unique aspects of his nature. He’d done the same with her.
That was how marriage worked, wasn’t it? Accepting the good and the bad in equal measure. Loving that person you decided to dedicate yourself to regardless of those irritating quirks that they had, even going so far as come to need them.
When Jake had died, she’d wished like hell she hadn’t ridden him so hard about never picking up after himself. As he’d lay there in the hospital, his last breath a mere day or so away, hadn’t she pleaded with God for Him to heal her husband? Hadn’t she promised that she’d never get mad at him for dumping dirty towels on the floor in the bedroom, or leaving wet dishtowels beside the laundry basket instead of in it?
Those petty flaws of his had become necessary to her when the threat of them being taken from her had seemed likely. But she’d chosen to live with those flaws. Only, in this, with a mate, there were no choices. They didn’t have to have a say in the matter. Whoever the Goddesses, as Mundo called them, lumped you with, you were stuck with them.
It seemed like a pretty undemocratic way of living to her, but then, she was human. She ascribed to the mentality of free will. It seemed Shifters were completely different—in more ways than one, as she was coming to learn.
For three days, she and Mundo had been living in her apartment. They had yet to have full-on, penetrative sex, mostly because when the time came for them to get down and dirty, the most bizarre thoughts came to her. She didn’t want him inside her. Oh no, this freaky, frisky creature Mundo had awakened wanted him anywhere but.
He’d climaxed on her belly, her breasts, her legs. Even her feet hadn’t been spared when she’d given him a ‘foot’ job—an act the crazed lunatic of a beast inside her had urged to do. She’d never been more grateful for the fact she went to the salon once a month for a mani/pedi. Even now, the thought of seeing her toes, with the glossy black nails covered in spunk, made her shudder. He’d slid through the folds of her sex, using her juices and his cum as a lube, riding her there, nudging her clit with every thrust until he’d come all over her pussy again.
It was insane the number of ways they’d managed to have sex without actually having sex.
Mundo was relatively relaxed about the whole situation, and though it was wrong to continuously compare him to Jake, she couldn’t seem to stop doing it. Jake, in all their years of being a couple, had never been all that into foreplay. If for three days straight that was all they’d done, she knew her husband would have had a major sulk on.
Mundo, on the other hand, was content. Whenever she looked at him, whether he was eating, sleeping, or bathing, he wore a smile that spoke of his deep and utter satisfaction with the status quo. And when he told her about Shifter culture, how even in his MC there was only one other male with a proper mate, she guessed she could understand. Those smiles spoke of his gratitude, and he showered her with that gratitude every moment he could. It was a luxury she didn’t feel too guilty about acclimating to. So, rather than be sulky or annoyed at not getting in on with her properly, he seemed to be enjoying the call of the Goddesses. The latter was what she called the lunatic beast inside her, but his ‘call of the Goddesses’ shit freaked her out all the more. She was getting mo
re adept at hiding it though.
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