Chapter 7
Limit was in the process of changing a tire when his least favorite dynamic duo (apart from Rayna and Green because they as a team were literally a nightmare) approached him.
“Hey, killer!,” Slayer sang.
Limit grunted, but he didn't respond.
Green soon joined them, his smirk all but irritating enough to make Limit want to swallow the barrel of his gun right that second.
“Go away,” He said.
“Buttt, we have a surprise for you!,” Green said.
Limit rolled his eyes.
Green’s last surprise had ended with Limit stitching himself up in the garage while Laura fixed Green’s broken nose.
“I promise it doesn't involve an alligator this time,” Green said dejectedly.
Limit watched him cross his arms over his chest as he frowned.
“Fuck, what is it?,” Limit growled as he rolled out from underneath the car he was working on.
Limit’s eyes landed on an unfamiliar blue Mustang across the lot, and his curiosity was instantly piqued.
“You should come with us,” Slayer said as he grinned.
Limit shook his head.
He really wasn't in the right state of mind to meet Ox’s daughter, and he was almost positive that was who they were talking about. He did find it humorous that she obviously liked Mustangs, same as her father.
Too flashy for me.
“Leave me alone,” He said.
“Nooo, Ox’s daughter is inside and she’s hot! You gotta come check her out,” Green said.
Limit wanted to tell Green that the only woman he wanted to see had hazel eyes and legs up to her ears, but he didn't say that.
Instead, he only grunted again.
“I’m tellin’ you, Limit, you need to see her.”
Limit’s grey eyes landed on Green before he sighed.
“Fine.”
Green clapped his hands as he followed Limit out of the garage. Limit didn't know what to expect half of the time when Green was involved but this time Green seemed too happy. Giddy almost, and that didn't sit well with Limit one bit.
Slayer was obviously on the same page as Green, and if those two bozos were running on the same wavelength, then Limit was definitely the odd man out.
"You two playin' me? I'll fuck you up right now if you are."
Green gasped before he laid a hand across his chest.
"Now, Limit that offends me. I would never do anything to hurt you."
Limit reached for the handle on the front door of the clubhouse before he simultaneously punched Green right between his legs.
Slayer hissed and shoved a fist against his mouth as he grimaced in Green's direction.
Green grunted as he glared up at Limit, his face a mottled red.
"What the hell was that for?!"
"Whatever's inside waiting to piss me off," Limit said.
He didn't wait any longer to open the doors, and at first, he didn't see anything out of place. The clubhouse looked clean and he didn't see any fucking alligators- he was still a little miffed about that one- so he had no idea what the bastard could have done to prank him this time. He heard laughter and soft music playing, and his eyes found Rayna and Fury sitting with Prettyboy and Esme. The table they were wrapped around was crowded and topped with food and beers, but still, Limit couldn't figure out why Green would be giddy.
Green and Slayer stepped around limit, their gazes scanning the room for what Limit was apparently missing. Rider and Ox came sauntering into the room, both of them smiling.
“Hey, boss.”
Ox glanced up at him and nodded, his dark hair shrouding his face.
“Hey, brother. Grab yourself a drink, sit back! Tonight, is a night to celebrate,” Ox said.
“Oh yeah?,” Limit asked.
“My daughter is here and she's staying the night. I’ve got Torch and Loretta cookin’ up some food in the kitchen,” Ox said.
Limit grinned, looking around to see if he could catch a glimpse of Ox’s daughter, but he still didn't see any unfamiliar faces.
“Where is she?”
“Oh, she’s on the phone with her friend. She’ll be out in a second.”
Ox looked happier than Limit had seen him in a while, so he imagined the first meeting between Ox and his daughter had gone well enough.
As soon as he neared Rayna’s table, she grinned up at him.
“Hey there, killer! How’s your day been?”
Limit’s eyes narrowed immediately.
The feisty blonde had the decency to look up at him innocently as she blinked.
“Fine…why is everyone acting so weird?”
Green choked out a laugh that had Esme’s eyes widening as she shot him a suspicious glare.
Limit narrowed his eyes as he looked between Fury, Rayna, and even Prettyboy who seemed all too eager to avoid his question. Just as he opened his mouth to ask them what the hell was going on, a tinkling voice that he recognized instantly met his ears.
“Sorry about that! I had to make sure Emily knew where to…turn,” She squeaked as soon as her hazel eyes met his.
Limit blinked once, twice- after the third time, he knew she was real.
Scarlett, Ox’s Scarlett, was the woman he hadn't been able to stop thinking about.
The woman he’d been searching for like a fucking schoolboy for weeks, was standing right in front of him looking good enough to eat.
Good enough to choke on too, because now she was officially off limits. There was no way Ox would let him screw around with his daughter…right?
“See? She’s hot, isn’t she?,” Green whispered.
Limit didn't respond; he couldn’t.
He’d been half-hoping the fact that Ox’s daughter’s name was also Scarlett would end up being a coincidence. Some strange twist of fate signaling to him that he should seek out the hazel-eyed-mystery stalking his every waking thought.
He couldn’t even logically explain why he was thinking about her constantly. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to seek out an old lady of his own, no matter what his crew thought.
The other half of him had hoped that the very woman eyeing him like she was starving would be the one to show up to their clubhouse.
But, this?
This was a cruel twist of fate to say the least, and for Limit, it was like a blow straight to his gut. He’d rather wrestle with a damn alligator again then accept the fact that Scarlett Hunter was Ox’s daughter.
“Who’s hot?,” Ox asked.
Slayer chuckled before he motioned towards Limit and grinned.
“Limit’s girl.”
My girl.
Yeah, it burns like salt on an open wound…
The words had Limit blanching as he hurried to appease his president, who was watching him suspiciously.
“What the fuck is he talkin’ about?,” Ox demanded.
Scarlett swallowed audibly before she covered her face with her hands, her cheeks flaming. Limit almost found it cute, at least he would have if Fury hadn’t opened his mouth.
“I think Limit and Scarlett know one another,” He supplied cheerfully.
Ox looked between Scarlett and Limit.
“Do you?”
Scarlett slowly nodded.
“Yeah, we’ve met.”
Ox planted his hands on his hips.
He eyed her closely.
“Your roommate isn't interested in him, is she? It was you?”
The question had everyone in the room eyeing her as if she were ready to give an open presentation on the matter.
Her roommate is interested in me?
Scarlett delicately cleared her throat before she said the words that officially put the nails in Limit’s coffin.
“I wouldn't say I’m interested in him, really…we uh, slept together.”