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“Um…” Oliver blinked as though the words shocked him. “But I just, I mean, she was just…”
“What? Collateral? Ollie, I gotta ask what the fuck you were thinking, man? Acting like you had the right to trade a woman like that. Cuz I gotta tell you, my club doesn’t stand for that shit.”
“What?” He blinked again. “I mean, you guys…”
“What?” Spec lost the fake friendly tone as he approached Oliver. “We what?”
Oliver paled and stepped back, but Jinx had moved behind him, blocking any retreat. “You’re bikers. One-percenters.”
“Oh, I get what you’re saying. So, because of this patch here, you thought we’d be down with keeping a woman against her will.” He reached Oliver, who braced as though expecting a punch. “You know, you’re right, Ollie,” he said as he landed a hand on Oliver’s shoulder, giving a squeeze.
“I-I am?” Some of the color returned to Oliver’s face.
“You sure are. About one thing.”
Oliver visibly relaxed, but it didn’t last long. Lock stepped forward. Aggression and hatred wafted off him in waves, making Oliver’s eyes widen. Suddenly, Spec wasn’t the biggest threat in the room.
Shit, Lock was sexy like this. All fired up on her behalf.
“We are one-percenters.” His voice rumbled, low and full of menace. “But you were dead wrong when you assumed we’d keep an innocent woman prisoner. We’re not into hurting women, though we do love to make them scream.”
The comment almost had her choking on her saliva. She locked out her knees to keep them from buckling.
“Fuck you.” Oliver puffed up to his full height, which was around Lock’s six foot one. “You got your money. What else do you fucking want?”
“This isn’t about what I want. If it were, you’d already be bleeding out.” Lock took another step closer to Oliver. “But I think Brenna would like to see you cry, for starters. Maybe beg for mercy.”
A shitty grin turned Oliver’s face from smug to downright narcissistic. He shifted his gaze to her. “We’ll the bitch sure as fuck isn’t gonna get that.”
Rage surged through her. How dare he?
Lock lunged forward, but Spec stepped in front of him and propelled him back with a hand to the chest. “Why don’t we let Brenna have a say?”
Lock met her gaze. The same burning fury she felt in her chest flamed in his eyes. The moment she’d been imagining all night. How many ways had she envisioned herself blasting him with words that would cut worse than any damage Spec could inflict? This man she’d once thought she loved without knowing what a bastard he was—the monster that lurked beneath the polished exterior.
But as she stood toe to toe with him, her mind blanked, and she couldn’t think of a single thing to say to convey the magnitude of hurt and betrayal he’d caused.
Then he opened his stupid mouth. “You look like trash,” he said, shaking his head as he sneered. “Don’t know what you’re so upset about. Seems more like you should be thank—”
Fuck words. She cocked her fist and rammed it into his face in a move so lightning-quick it happened before her brain processed what her arm had planned.
Pain ricocheted up her arm through her knuckles, but she clenched her jaw to keep from crying out. Oliver didn’t deserve that satisfaction.
“Ow, fuck! You fucking bitch.” Blood poured from his nose down his chin. He swiped at it with the back of his hand.
“Yeah, girl!” Jinx yelled. “Damn good hit.”
A rush of adrenaline surged through her. It was a high that made her feel strong, powerful, and sexy. Now, she was the one wearing a smug grin as she slowly walked backward until she bumped into a rigid body.
Lock. His intoxicating scent soothed and ignited her at once. “Maybe you’re right,” she said, her voice taking on a seductive lilt. “Maybe I should be thanking you.”
A hard bulge pressed into the small of her back, ramping her up even more. Lock wrapped an arm around her waist, splaying his hand across her bare midriff. She shivered as his calluses brushed her sensitive skin. It was a claiming move, so possessive and sexy that her pussy clenched and her panties dampened. His pinkie flirted with the waistband of her skirt.
Brenna bit her lip to stave off a lusty moan.
She’d never know what came over her, what alien force made her act so out of character, but she lifted her right arm and wound it around the back of Lock’s neck while staring straight at Oliver. Then she winked and pushed up on her toes to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the hollow of Lock’s throat.
His entire body tensed, and the erection at her back twitched. He stared down at her with a molten gaze, bringing their lips a fraction of an inch apart. Nothing in the world could have prevented her from yanking his mouth down to hers.
