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“Make sure she doesn’t leave that room.”
“Can I sample the goods?”
Before I could think, I had Tragic up against the wall, my hand around his neck and my gun pressed against his temple. “She is off fucking limits. I find out anyone touched her, I will kill a motherfucker. Got me.”
Tragic nodded.
Releasing him, I turned to find the clubhouse quiet as everyone stared at me. No one fucked with me when I was close to the edge. Heading for church, I owed no one any explanation. My word was law. Go against me and I wouldn’t think twice before I ripped out anyone’s spine. They didn’t fucking like it, they knew where the damn door was.
Storming into church, I slammed the door shut behind me, seeing all my officers waiting. “Enigma, we have a poser who thinks he’s the fucking President of my club. Goes by the name Czar.”
My brother Pyro chuckled. “Does this Czar have a death wish?”
“Apparently so,” I said, standing my ground, “And the special project is upstairs in my room. This fucking poser threatened to kill her. I want the bastard found yesterday.”
“Wait a minute, Venom’s here?” Pyro asked, sitting up in his seat.
Staring at him, I growled, “Got a problem with it?”
“Nope,” Pyro said quickly, leaning back as he shook his head.
“I want a new work up on the chick and Dog. Everything. I want to know what Dog was into before he died. I want to know how this chick fits into everything. The bitch’s name is Bailey. She can’t be more than twenty-five. Find out what you can.”
Leaving no room for argument, I left church more pissed off than before. Racing back upstairs, I found Tragic leaning against the wall, looking at his phone.
“She calmed down?”
“That bitch has a mouth on her, Prez. She fucking made me blush.”
Nodding, I reached for my keys and unlocked the door. I should have known she was up to something because the second I stepped into my room, several pairs of my boots flew at my head, but the second she reached for my military plaque I had hanging on the wall, I shouted, “Don’t you even fucking think about it!”
“You can’t keep me here!” she screamed, throwing my plaque at my head. I quickly dove for it before it smashed against the wall next to me. The bitch may be madder than a hornet, but she couldn’t throw worth shit.
“Sit the fuck down and shut up. We need to talk.”
“No.”
“I’m not fucking around. I’m already pissed off because some asshole is going around posing as me, threatening a woman. I don’t have time for your bullshit. Just tell me what I need to know.”
One minute, scared out of her mind, the next, the bitch was back. “FUCK YOU! I’m not saying shit! You are not the God damned President of the Sons of Hell!”
“Woman, you’re really pissing me off.”
“Who the fuck cares!” she growled, her hand swinging forward towards my face. I ducked right before her fist landed against my bedroom wall. The second her hand connected, I heard the crunch and cringed.
Fuck, that had to hurt.
Her scream of agony let me know it did as she held her hand close to her chest, trying to breathe through the pain. Walking over to her, I could see her small hand swelling. She hit the wall good, that was for sure, and I was pretty damn sure she broke more than one bone in her hand. However, when I tried to see for myself, she slapped my hand away and cursed. “Are you fucking crazy? It hurts enough already. I don’t need you manhandling it.”
“Don’t be a cunt. I know you broke a few bones. I was just going to check how bad, but if you want to have a mangled hand, who the fuck am I to tell you otherwise?”
“You’re a real fucking piece of work, you know that. First you come into my shop like you own the fucking place, then you insult me. If that isn’t bad enough, you break into my home and drag me away as if I’m some fucking child. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but I’m not saying shit!”
Leaning down until we were eye level, I growled. “I’m the motherfucking President of this club and you will tell me everything I need to know.”
Chapter Five
Bailey
