Before the door shut behind me, I saw Taryn wink.
As we walked down the hallway in the direction of the office. I saw several more people who were sick. This was going to go downhill sooner rather than later.
“Looking good, Beck,” Biddy’s eyes filled with heat as she watched me walk by.
I’d slept with her a couple of times while the treaty these fucks had broken was being negotiated. She wanted to be someone’s old lady badly enough that she didn’t care if it was with a rival gang. At the time, I’d had zero interest in settling down.
Things were a little different now.
Imagining Taryn in a cut with my name on it made my heart beat faster. I’d make it happen or die trying. I needed to tie that girl down before someone else did.
The office was dim and stale.
Prez sat behind his desk like this was a board meeting and not a fucking biker clubhouse.
“She’ll be brought ringside, or I won’t throw shit,” I said immediately before he could get a word out.
“You don’t make the rules here, boy.” He smirked. “Maybe, I’ll let Big George keep her company in the room.”
The desk flipped over.
I didn’t remember deciding to do it.
I was just across it and straddling him before I knew it.
George grabbed me from behind, and he and Bubba lifted me off him.
The prez shoved to his feet, breathing hard. “If I didn’t need the money, I’d slit your throat now and shove my dick in your girl’s ass so fast she’d get blisters.”
“Fuck you,” I was breathing hard, my rage out of control.
“The bitch will be ringside,” he said flatly. “You go down in the third. Clean. Dramatic. And we collect.”
“Then you let us go?” I knew anything out of his mouth was going to be a lie.
He smirked. “Absolutely.”
“Does Parker know I’m throwing the fight?” Parker was a shit, but I knew he’d want to win fair and square.
Prez smiled. “He don’t need to know.”
Behind me, Bubba coughed again. This time, he bent at the waist.
The Prez’s eyes flicked toward him, irritated. “You sick?”
“I’m fine,” Bubba muttered, staring me down.
I knew he was warning me not to mention the things we’d seen on the outside. The only reason I didn’t was that it wasn’t in my or Taryn’s best interest.
Prez turned his attention back to me. “She sits in the front row. You behave.”
I nodded in agreement.
These morons thought she was a victim. They had no idea she was the most dangerous thing in the building.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
TARYN
