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“Fuck,” Jagger muttered under his breath. Rosie was high up on this thing, mostly because she was the one who fucked with Fernandez in the first place. And as much as all the men in her life had tried to fight this war for her, she was intent on being at least a General.
And she was a good one at that.
But she would likely not be happy to hear they’d killed three men when she’d instructed them not to pull any “violent, cavemen and vapid alpha male killing until I say it’s okay to let the beast out.”
It wasn’t that they weren’t down with listening to a woman, it’s that they needed blood.
Swiss nodded. “Fuck is right. Not a lot I’m scared of in this world. People barely scare me anymore. But that bitch,” he whistled. “Fuck. I’m man enough to say I’m terrified of her.”
Jagger glanced at the hall again. “Yeah, women are the most scary motherfuckers of them all,” he agreed.
He walked into the warehouse and wasn’t surprised to see the two-people engaged in an argument in the middle of countless illegal automatic and semi-automatic weapons.
“Rosie,” Jagger greeted right about the time she was calling the tightly-wound man in front an ‘overprotective caveman who was getting on her last fucking nerve.’
The woman in question gave her husband one last glare and then treated Jagger to the same one.
“Great, another male who thinks he can alpha his way through everything,” she hissed in greeting.
Jagger held up his hands in surrender, as was best to do with Rosie. Her brother might have been president of the founding charter and one bad motherfucker, but Rosie was something different. Sure, she’d mellowed some since becoming a mother, but the fact she still killed rapists in her spare time served as evidence she wasn’t exactly becoming June Cleaver any time soon.
“Hello to you too,” he said, spotting her piece in a shoulder holster, that looked like she’d fucking accessorized or some shit.
Luke came up on her left, body stiff as it always was in situations such as this. You couldn’t blame an ex-cop for being a little uptight around outlaws and a felony, but it wasn’t to do with that. Usually it was once a cop always a cop. But it wasn’t that case with Luke. It was once Rosie’s, always Rosie’s.
He was Rosie’s before the badge.
And after.
He didn’t blink at breaking the laws he used to enforce now he was married to the woman he’d loved all his life.
Not that he had a choice.
No one had a choice with women like Rosie.
Not only was she a fucking hot piece, but she’d cut your balls off before you could ever cup them goodbye.
“You fucking assholes think killing is some kind of fail-safe way to deal with everything?” she shot at him.
Jagger raised his brow. “Hey pot, it’s the kettle.”
She rolled her eyes, huffed out a breath and then glared at Luke, likely for the fact his mouth twitched upward at Jagger’s words.
“I don’t kill people with my dick, I do it with my brain,” she hissed. “Which is exactly what you assholes are doing. You can’t just go kidnapping and murdering every one of Fernandez’s men without him noticing and planning retribution.”
Jagger stiffened. “We meant for him to notice,” he clipped. “He sure as fuck meant for us to notice when he slaughtered our whole charter.” His voice was acidic in a tone that he’d never used with Rosie, not even when she threatened to castrate him if he didn’t fuck her.
It had been a fucking hard decision at the time, when someone who looked like Rosie tried to seduce you, you didn’t say no if you had two balls and two heads. And if someone as nuts as her threatened to cut off two of those balls and one of those heads, you heeded that shit.
But Cade had put out the same threat if anyone touched her. Both siblings were likely to make good on their threat, but Cade would not only take his manhood but his cut too.
He didn’t exactly choose the lesser of two evils.
But his dick had stayed attached to his body and his cut stayed on his back.
Rosie’s features softened, as she revealed the kind, and bleeding heart she hid underneath her murderous and beautiful exterior.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears.
A lot of the men in the club had been her family too. Her and Cade had shit for a mother, their dad died in an old club war, so she grew up amongst it all. She had hundreds of uncles, brothers, cousins.
And she loved them all.
This cut her.
Even deeper because he knew that she blamed herself for what happened. She was the one that pissed off Fernandez in the first place. Pissed off being she spent almost a year in Venezuela, picking off as many of the human traffickers as she could, trying to shut down one of the biggest and most dangerous flesh peddling cartels in the world.
