Chapter 29

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E lijah let me go and walked around me. I turned, following him with my eyes. “You don’t clean anymore,” he told me.

I frowned. “That’s what I’ve always done, Elijah. I don’t expect special treatment since you laid a claim on me.”

He sighed in annoyance, turning to face me again. We were both still naked, but naked or not, the man still oozed power and dominance. “Not special treatment, doll. As my old lady, your duties change. You keep the club women in line. You make sure that they’re doing what they’re supposed to do to keep my men taken care of.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. His eyes dropped to my tits for a moment before they settled back on my face, our gazes clashing. “Your wife sure as fuck didn’t do that.”

He grunted. “My ex -wife,” he said, stressing the ex part, “was a selfish bitch who didn’t know the first goddamn thing about being an old lady. The only part she seemed to retain from everything her mother taught her was opening her legs when she was told to.”

I gritted my teeth at the thought of them fucking. “She never wanted to do what she was supposed to do. So, for years, it’s been me keeping all the club women in line.”

“And now you expect me to do that?” I demanded. “That’s going to cause a shit storm, Elijah.”

He gritted his teeth before forcing his jaw to relax. “Any of those women give you shit, you come to me, you hear me? As my old lady, they have to give you the same fucking respect they give me.”

With that, he turned into the closet, signaling that the conversation was over. With a huff of agitation, I leaned down to grab my clothes. I was setting them on the bed when Elijah emerged from the closet holding a leather cut in his hand.

“Does your normal cut need to be washed?” I asked him, frowning at myself. I was already neglecting my duties as his old lady. Damn, I fucking apparently sucked at this shit.

He laughed and strode towards me, shaking his head. “This is yours,” he said, turning it around and holding it up for me to see the back.

Tears burned in my eyes. It had the club emblem in the center like all the men wore, but above the emblem, it read Prez’s Property , and on the bottom, it read Saints & Sinners MC .

“Elijah,” I croaked, any other words completely lost to me.

“Whitney never got one of these,” he told me. “I never wanted her to wear it.” He put it on me, holding it so I could thread my arms through the holes. “But you?” He gripped my chin, his other hand gripping the back of my neck. “I want the entire goddamn world to know who the fuck you belong to.”