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And in that, she had no say.
“Weak?” Bishop chuckled, looking over his shoulder at me, his brow raised as if he was questioning whether he was really about to fucking do this and whether she was worth the shit he was about to stir. Gritting my teeth, I nodded, and he didn’t miss a beat. “He’s all fucking yours, Hawk.”
“We had a deal.”
“You put your hand on one of my girls.”
Not just anyone.
“She’s a fucking whor—”
It was almost as though my hand moved on its own, reaching for my gun from inside my club cut. My aim was perfect, though I was at almost point-blank range of the target. A mixture of Robert’s painful roar and the ground shaking when he landed, and the bang rattled and echoed through the night air, bouncing off the buildings as it vibrated up and down the city street. Robert sobbed, lighting up the night with cuss words and falling to his knees. His eyes were wide in horror as he held his hand out in front of him, a bloody hole in his palm.
I crouched, putting my face at his level. “I don’t give a shit if she’s your fucking mama,” I spat, my nose crinkling as I watched his blood spill onto the stones. “You don’t put your hands on a woman. Fucking. Ever. Especially nother,” I growled in disgust, having to fight the urge to keep from pulling the trigger again when I thought about the uneasy, pained look in Missy’s eyes.
And this asshole was paying the price for putting it there.
I ignored Cain’s silent smirk as I pushed to my feet.
“Get him the hell out of my compound,” Bishop ordered, the arctic tone in his voice a sure signal he was ready to shove his gun up someone’s ass just to watch the bullets fly out their mouth if they didn’t move fast enough.
The four security guys left standing were clambering over each other to get to their buddy, who was now writhing and squirming like the fucking little worm he was, his buddies grabbing random limbs as they attempted to heave his fat ass toward their cars.
“I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if this comes back to my club.”
The group paused, inhaling the warning, their faces paling.
It was clear.
Clearer than fucking clear.
Someone asked what happened, the answer was simple—the bastard tripped and fucking fell.
I didn’t feel a single ounce of regret. The asshole got exactly what he deserved. Who knew how many women he’d treated like shit before this? Who the hell knew how he’d have treated the girls at Backroad—girls he was meant to be protecting. Maybe getting rid of him now actually saved someone’s life.
Thank fuck.
Bishop stepped up beside me, both of us staring back at the clubhouse and the party that seemed to be carrying on like normal. Like a guy hadn’t just been shot twenty feet away. “You’re gonna find me a new security team.”
“Not a problem.”
I’d sort it.
I had to, given I’d just made an incredibly important decision.
“You sure she’s worth it?” Bishop asked as we made our way back inside, apprehension furrowing his brow.
My eyes were drawn to the stairs at the end of the clubhouse. I didn’t live here all the time, choosing to spend most nights in my own house, but I had a room here.
And I knew Blue had put her in it.
“You always told me I’d just know.”
When he heard those words, his response was simple, “Then you better go check on your girl.”
MISSY
My fingertips traced along the wall. I was scared that the pain would get worse and I’d lose my footing.
