The other Harlots and Royal Bastards here for the night are already closing in around me, but when I glance up those steely blue eyes that I’ve been avoiding all afternoon meet mine as he grabs my ex by the neck and puts a knife to his throat.
Hawg’s voice is a deep pissed-off growl. “Let her go or her pretty face is the last thing you’re ever going to see before you bleed out all over this fucking floor.”
I glance around and my ex doesn’t have a chance in hell. Pearl has her pearl-handled Glock out ready to do him some serious bodily harm and Carver and every one of the Harlots have their weapons of choice out ready to take him for a rumble.
“The dickwad is working for the Desert Riders,” I choke out.
Hawg is already hauling Rod’s ass out the door with part of his crew right behind him. I have no doubt that whatever happens out there, that dickwad is not going to be in any riding condition at all after they get done with him. At least not tonight if the look on Hawg’s face is any indication of what’s to come.
Pearl puts her arm around me. “What did Rod want?”
I’m not saddling her with this shit on her wedding night but I’m going to have to tell her first thing in the morning, her and Carver too because if the Desert Riders are this fixated on making her pay and brazen enough to send someone right into our club, we’re going to have to come up with a different game plan to keep her and every one of us safe.
I give her shoulders a squeeze. “Nothing that won’t wait until tomorrow. He’s a dick. Always has been. I could definitely use that drink though.”
She smiles. “That we can manage. Thanks, Onyx, I think you shattered his nose.”
I give her a wink. “I did, I felt it crunch right under my knuckles, and I have to admit it felt mighty fine.”
Carver raises his eyebrows. “Note to self. Stay on the right side of Onyx. She packs a mean punch and even more hidden weapons.”
Brandy’s already slipped back behind the bar and put her piece away. “What’s everyone drinking?” she asks, already knowing what every one of us ladies are going to say. “Tequila!”
Carver just shakes his head. “A beer. Someone has to keep this lady crowd under control tonight.”
Pearl puts her arm around him and gives him a big ol’ smooch on the cheek. “Not on your life. We are celebrating the happiest fucking day of my life!”
“Shots for the house!” Pearl exclaims while Carver simply smiles and tips his beer. Quiet, cool and calm, but deathlyprotective of Pearl. When Carver finds out what I am now carrying around in this bag, all hell is going to break loose.
Again…
And I have a feeling that’s exactly what’s happening outside to my ex-boyfriend at this very minute by the way Hawg roared out the door.
4
HAWG
My fist slams into the fuckhead’s face outside in the parking lot, shattering the bones that Onyx didn’t already crush. My brothers guard the alley while I allow him to gasp for air before delivering another blow. “What was in the fucking bag you gave Onyx?” I ask again because I fucking want to know.
He glares at me with hate. “A gift from us to Pearl. None of your fucking business.” My fist slams into him again and then again. My VP kicks him square in the side for his disrespect to me. “What was in that bag?” I ask again.
Silence…
Another punch.
This time, he’s beginning to cave. “She’s got a debt to pay to the Desert Riders. It’s not your business.”
“I’m asking you nice, don’t make me use my bat.”
“They’ll kill me.”
“I’ll kill you harder. Tell me what I fucking want to know. What was in the bag that you gave Onyx?”
His eyes narrow and he changes his tune. Not too many people around who haven’t heard stories about my bat.
His voice is low, hard to make out, but I hear it good enough. “Smashed guardian bell and a picture of Pearl picking out her wedding dress.”
I laugh outwardly but inside my guts are churning. “Fucking intimidation tactic as old as the motorcycle clubs have been running the roads is long. You think that’s going to scare Pearl, the Harlots, or the Royal Bastards who protect them? Not a fucking chance.”
