Page 61 of Marked By Myth

“Sorry you couldn’t get your rocks off, Johnny.”

“You didn’t have to come back, you know.”

“What?”

“Weren’t you happy in London? That’s where they said you went after The Den.”

Nausea swept through me. That was a part of my life not many knew about unless you were there. I’d never told Beck, for fear he would cut me loose, and I hadn’t dared tell Myth.

“I was there…I saw you all drugged out and in bliss.”

“You saw me there and did nothing?”

“You looked happy, and you were away from the asshole who took you off me.”

“He didn’t take me off you. I left you of my own free will.”

“And he cheated on you.”

“He didn—”

I stopped myself. He did cheat, or well, he had his dick sucked by my best friend, even though he claimed he didn’t. I mean, plenty of the boys did that on their wives. Some were loyal, but there was only so much temptation they could resist. I knew a few of them only got blowjobs, and left the fucking to their wives. It was a rule that whatever happened in the clubhouse, stayed there. Stacey knew better.

And she paid the ultimate price.

But…so did I.

“Why am I here, Johnny?”

“Collateral. We want the Royal Bastards to leave Sydney.”

The laugh left my throat before I could stop it. How did he think that was going to happen?

“Are you serious?”

“What?”

Johnny stepped closer, the malice on his face was clear now.

“Johnny…just because you took the prez’s wife, doesn’t mean shit. We all know the danger of being with a Royal Bastard. We still choose them. That’s not something you’ve ever had happen to you, is it? No one’s ever chosen you.”

His left eye twitched slightly as his jaw tightened.

“I mean, I certainly didn’t choose you. The second I saw Adrian, I knew he was it.”

“Yet you left him.”

“Because I don’t share.”

And I didn’t. That was why it hurt so much to see. I’d stopped coming to the clubhouse because I didn’t want to see it. I wanted him to be all mine, but I couldn’t have that, not with a MC prez.

“Imagine how many pussies he’s been in all those years since you've been gone.”

“You jealous?” I spat back. “You want to call him here and bend over so you know what it’s like to be with a real man?”

I could barely move when he closed the distance between us, his hand whipping out and slapping me across the face. The burn was immediate, one side of my face was on fire, but it confirmed something for me.

He was easy to rile up.