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“????,” I curse under my breath, and Sasha looks at me before her eyes widen and she turns to look closer at the other group. She nudges Alexei and both of them give me a chin lift.
If you weren’t looking for it, you wouldn’t have noticed us three getting ready for a potential fight. Jackets remain unzipped to access knives if need be. Hands are lowered and bodies loosen up, ready to respond. Eyes instantly harden and sharpen.
Dragon must have sensed a change in us as his gaze flicks at us and widens slightly before he looks more closely at the newcomers. With a subtle chin lift to signal he noticed it too, he quickly glances at Patch and some sort of similar silent communication takes place between them. The newcomers stop when they see Sasha and me approach our own bikes; hers being the one on the other side of mine.
“What the hell is the world coming to that bitches’ ride their own sleds amongst bikers?”
Sasha and I freeze momentarily before we step toward the asshole. Without even looking at her, I know she has the same murderous look as I did.
“Ones who think for themselves and aren’t owned by anyone,” I grind out as my body vibrates with anger. This is one of the main reasons I keep bikers at arm’s length. I hate the way some of them treat women.
“Just because we’re women doesn’t mean we’re supposed to solely warm beds and sate the needs of men,” Sasha spits out.
The three of them laugh and the one who spoke actually adjusts himself as he licks his lips and eyes us hungrily. My lip curls in disgust as I look them over closer, as well as looking for any possible weapons.
All three of them are old enough to be our fathers and definitely nothing to write home about. They’re greasy, dirty, and seem slimy as fuck. None of them are wearing a cut, but that doesn’t mean anything. They could belong to a club and took them off while riding through another club’s territory out of respect or wore something that said they had permission to pass through their territory. Though, I doubt these three asswipes know anything about respect, especially with the way they’re treating us. Both Dragon and Patch had previously said their President called the other clubs and got permission to pass through.
“Feisty. Just how we like them. Seems to me like you two need to be taken down a few pegs and broken in,” the lead asswipe says as he once again grabs himself.
Instantly my hand flies to his nose, and I smirk when I hear the satisfying crunch of bone. Blood pours out of his nose and his buddies step forward but stop suddenly as their scowls deepen.
Hands wrap around my waist, and I’m pulled back into a hard chest. Out of habit, I step slightly forward, making it easier to move if things go south. Dragon’s left hand slightly squeezes my left hip twice, though I don’t think it’s because he’s mad at me as his grip still remains loose but doesn’t move from my hip.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Alexei pulling Sasha back as well. Gritting my teeth, I see why. Fucking cops have pulled up and are eyeing our groups. Dragon pulls me flush against him, and at first, I think he is mad that I moved away slightly until he whispers in my ear. “Easy there, Spitfire. Much as I’d love to see you wail on these guys and teach them a lesson, I don’t want to be bailing you two out of the slammer.”
To emphasize his words, he shifts so that my ass rubs against the bulge in his jeans. Damn, I have to bite my tongue to hide my surprise. Much like I guessed, he’s big, and my body hums with need. But fuck am I unhappy about not being able to beat down on these jackasses.
“It’d be in your best interest to learn how to respect women,” Alexei says, his voice cold and icy. His hand tightens around Sasha’s shoulder. I’m sure she’s just as livid as I am that we can’t do more.
“Fucking bitch! You need to teach your woman her rightful place. On her back with her legs spread. Just like a split-tail should be.” He spits blood on the cement, and Dragon’s hands grip my waist tighter.
“Nah, I like her just the way she is. She’s perfect.”
My cheeks warm at his words, but my mind reels with my insecurities and the past. I also don’t miss that he didn’t correct him when the guy said I was his woman.
“And the only reason why I’m not letting her pummel your ass into oblivion is because of our audience. As he said, learn the correct way to treat a woman. Next time, I won’t save your ass.”
With that, Dragon turns and steers me back toward my bike, his hand still wrapped around my waist. I peek over my shoulder and see the fucktards head into the gas station. I hate showing my back to an enemy.
“Fuck, I need a target or to work out or something,” I say through gritted teeth, my body still shaking in anger.
“I know, Spitfire, but for now, let’s just focus on getting back home safely, and then you can take out your frustrations however you need to.”
I nod and it’s then that I notice he’s been rubbing my arms in a soothing motion. Being in his arms feels safe. Something that’s uncommon for me unless I really know the person. Surprisingly, a lot of the tension in my body starts to fade as he continues to rub my arms. He must be able to sense when I’m in a better headspace because he leans forward and kisses my forehead. Fuck, this man is going to be my undoing.
“Come on, Spitfire. Get that sexy ass on your bike and let’s roll,” he says as he playfully taps my hip.
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes, though even I can tell it’s strained. Then my cheeks start to heat when I realize he just called me sexy.
Shaking myself internally, I grab my helmet and put it on. Throwing my leg over my baby, I start her up and we were on the road again. We only have a little under two hours left to ride and then I can soak in my tub at Dad’s place.
As the scenery flies past, I think more and more of the bar and grill. I’m looking forward to running it with him and eventually taking over for him when he decides to retire. Both Sasha and Alexei already have jobs lined up at the tattoo parlor where they’d interned the last couple of summers, so they were set as well. Plus, Travis and Ethan landed jobs at the local construction company. For now, my plan is to stay at Dad’s house, but my mind wanders to where I could get a place to live in the area when a call interrupts my thoughts.
“Hey, Spitfire.”
Something’s off with his voice. My gaze darts to my mirror and I notice his previously relaxed riding posture had been replaced with one coiled, ready to react to danger. He’s seriously on edge and his head is swiveling more than before to watch our surroundings more closely.
“What’s wrong?”
