Chapter 6 Chance
CHANCE
“You didn’t have to take us home. You know I’m a grown woman, right?
” she says, yawning as she attempts to take off the sexy heels that she’s wearing.
She’s sitting on the couch in her living room, and I’m standing by watching her, wondering why the hell I stepped inside.
I just want to make sure she gets into bed safely, and then I’m going to get the fuck out of here.
“Who did you wear those for?” I ask her, frowning. In fact, her whole outfit screams single and wanting a fuck, and it pisses me right off.
“Oh God, don’t tell me you’re one of those men who say women can’t wear whatever they want,” she grumbles.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. You can wear whatever the hell you want when I’m with you, baby. I can fight and protect you. But when I’m not there…”
She wrinkles her nose and lifts her hand. “You see a ring on this finger? I’m single and can wear what I want and fuck whoever I want.”
“You did fuck whoever you wanted that night at Steel. And that happened to be me,” I remind her, bending down to help her remove the straps that hug her ankles. I undo the buckle, pull off one shoe, and then the other.
When I glance up at her, her heated hazel eyes are locked on me. “You look good on your knees, Chance.”
“Fuck,” I rasp, sliding my hand up the back of her leg before letting her go and standing up. My cock is hard, and I want her so badly, but now is not the time. “Come on, let’s get you in bed so I can get back to the clubhouse.”
She freezes, her jaw tensing. Clearly, I’ve said the wrong thing. “I’m sure I can get myself to bed. I’ll see you later.”
Gently gripping her upper arm, I pull her toward me and cup her face. “You didn’t want me, and now you don’t want me to leave?”
“I want you to leave,” she grumbles, swallowing hard. “Why do you play these games with me? If you weren’t around every time I turn my head, I would be able to forget you once and for all.”
Now we’re getting somewhere.
“I don’t want you to forget me,” I say honestly. Clearly, I can’t forget her, and misery loves company.
“Chance.” She sighs.
“Mackenzie.”
“Call me Kenzie. Only my mother calls me by my full name.”
“You have a beautiful name,” I say softly, happy that she’s slowly letting me get closer to her. “Come on. Bed, now. We can talk tomorrow.”
When she undresses and gets into bed naked, I stare up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath.
Fuck.
She’s perfect.
And it’s more than just her body.
I walk out to get her some water and some painkillers, and by the time I get back into the room, she’s fast asleep, one leg over the covers.
Leaving the water and tablets on her nightstand, I press a kiss to her forehead and make sure the house is locked up before heading back to the clubhouse.
Gia runs up to me when she sees me, wrapping her arms around me. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she purrs, pressing her lips to my neck.
I gently push her away. “Not tonight, I’m tired.”
She frowns, and I know for sure she is watching me walk to my bedroom.
It would be so easy to sink inside her.
Too easy.
But I choose not to.
I’ve just gotten out of the shower the next morning when my phone rings. Still damp, I rush to my bedroom but miss the call I see is from the school.
Fuck.
What shit has Cash gotten into now?
I get ready quickly, grab my keys, and throw a leg over my bike. When I get to the office, that fucking Mr. Rogers is standing over Cash with his hands on his hips.
Kenzie is standing off to the side of Cash, her hand on his shoulder. The sight of her being there for him makes my chest tighten. No one outside of the club has ever protected my son.
“What happened?” I ask, stepping into the room.
The principal jumps at my voice, and Siren’s head snaps to me.
“Your son attacked the same student again, Mr. Remington. I’m afraid that if he keeps getting into fights, he’s going to be expelled from this school.” The asshole shrugs, like he couldn’t care less.
“Cash was defending me from a student threatening me,” Kenzie speaks up, her brow furrowing. “That should mean something. Everett is not innocent in this. The things he was saying to me were highly inappropriate.”
“It would have been handled.” Mr. Rogers huffs, adjusting his ugly green tie. “It’s not up to Cash to hand out his own brand of justice, especially when we all know he was looking for a reason to hurt Everett again.”
“What did he say to Miss Masters?” I ask my son, who has had his eyes on me since I stepped into the room.
His mouth tightens, and he glances at Kenzie, like he doesn’t want to have to say it again in front of her.
“He was saying all the dirty shit he wants to do to her. There were no other teachers around. I told him to stop, and he didn’t.
It only made it worse because he knew he was pissing me off, but you don’t talk to women like that.
I told Miss Masters to leave, but she wouldn’t leave me with Everett.
He pushed me too far, and I punched him in the face. ”
My eyes meet Kenzie’s. “Are you okay?”
She nods, gently squeezing Cash’s shoulder. “I’m fine.”
“Seems like my son is doing your job for you,” I snap at Mr. Rogers. “No woman should feel unsafe at this school when they are trying to do their job.”
“Miss Masters was not unsafe.”
“And why is it always that my son is in here and never Everett? I’m sure it couldn’t possibly be because his father is on the city council?
” I seethe, crossing my arms over my chest. “I’ll be speaking to my club lawyers about this.
And Cash and Miss Masters deserve the rest of the day off after having such a traumatic day.
” I stare him down, daring him to disagree.
His beady eyes drop to my cut before he swallows hard. “Of course, Miss Masters. Do you have any classes left for the day?”
“No, I was planning on marking some tests, which I can do at home.”
“Okay then, I’ll see you tomorrow when we can discuss this incident with the rest of the staff. Unfortunately, Cash will be suspended again. We have rules, and I must follow them.”
“I didn’t ask you to bend the rules. I asked you to make sure all the students abide by them. Come on, I’ll walk you to your car, Miss Masters.”
I wait for Cash and Kenzie to walk past me before I step up to the principal and lower my voice.
“I know you’re friends with Paul, so maybe you can tell him if his little shit of a kid doesn’t leave mine alone, I’m going to kick his goddamn ass.
I’ve been to prison, so it won’t be a hardship to go back again. ”
Mr. Rogers opens and closes his mouth, deciding on a final nod.
“Oh, and one more thing…” I smirk, lowering my tone. “If anything happens to Miss Masters again, I’m going to hold you personally accountable. Lucky for me, I raised a man who protects women, or today could have gone in a whole different direction.”
I leave before I say anything else.
Kenzie and Cash are leaning against her car when I catch up to them.
“Are you both okay?” I ask again, and they both nod.
“He’s a fucking asshole, Dad. He was telling her how he wants to fuck her and how he’s going to break into her house in the middle of the night.” My son scowls, shaking his head. “He didn’t know I could hear what he was saying because I’d come up behind him.”
“You handled it well,” I tell him, clapping him on the back. “I’m proud of you. Ride home, I’m going to have a word with Siren.”
“Ride safe, Cash,” she says, going up on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss on his cheek. “And thank you for standing up for me today.”
“Of course,” my son replies, puffing out his chest. He walks off to his scooter, and I turn to the woman that more than one Remington male has a soft spot for.
“You sure you’re all right? You want me to take you home?” I ask gently.
She shakes her head and smooths down her denim dress. “I’m honestly okay. He did scare me, I’m not going to lie. I’ve never been spoken to like that by a student before.” She takes a deep breath and glances up at me. “That’s a good boy you’ve raised there, Chance.”
Tucking a lock of her long, brown hair back behind her ear, I lower my face to hers. “Let me take you out to eat tonight. One meal.”
Mackenzie’s eyes scan mine. I don’t know what she sees, but she finally nods. “Okay.”
Pressing a kiss against her forehead, I open the car door and wait for her to get in. When she starts her engine, and “I’ll Make a Man Out of You” from Mulan starts playing, I laugh.
“I’ll see you at seven, beautiful.”
And I smile the whole ride home.