Marco’s POV.
I stand there mouth agape as I look in disbelief at the door that has just been slammed in my face. What just happened?
Who the f**k does she think she is?
She is in our MC clubhouse. Who does she think she is treating me like something she has just scrapped off the bottom of her designer shoes?
Little f*****g brat!
I shake my head and turn and walk towards the elevator. She is being difficult and unreasonable. How can she ask that of me? To not touch other people? We aren’t married yet. Besides, what she doesn’t know is I haven’t touched anyone other than my men in over a month.
But she will not let me explain. She is hotheaded and stubborn. She better watch herself, otherwise I will take her over my goddamn knee and spank her ass until it glows.
But something tells
