Chapter 9
The door to the bedroom slammed open, and as an alarm call, Mars figured there were few ways that were worse to wake a man up on a morning.
He tilted his head to the side, blinking blearily at the door. When he saw Jackson, standing there, growling at him, he blinked. Then, realizing his mate was underneath him, he gathered the sheets to cover her up before returning the growls Jackson’s way.
“What the f**k do you think you’re doing?” he snarled at his Prez. “You come into my quarters, with my mate sleeping, and growl at me?”
“You ask me what I’m doing? Me? I’m the f*****g President of The Nomads. You don’t go around my back spilling dissension in the ranks. What the hell do you think this is?”
“I don’t have to do s**t,” Mars fought back, feeling not an ounce of shame or fea
