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“Don’t be a dick? Don’t be adick?” My voice keeps getting higher and louder. He must have forgotten the past. “Gun. Now,” I say more sternly.
Dean’s eyes raise a little surprised by my reaction.
I hold my hand out, deadly serious.
“Fuuuck,” he says, suddenly grinning.
“I will shoot you too.”
“And you tried lecturing me not thirty seconds ago.”
“Gun.”
His eyes look to the person with their back to us, sat at the bar. I know it’s her without having to see her fucking face. That goddamn face. “We don’t shoot women,” he says mocking me.
“That aint no woman. That’s just an angry, pissed off living nightmare.”
“And just to clarify, you’renotangry or pissed off right now?”
I snap my hand back, clocking him on the chest with my elbow. Dick.
He grimaces, but he’s still fucking smirking, like I’m not fucking serious. Fine. I’ll sneak up on her. Choke her from behind.
As I turn to my prey, Dean puts his body between me andher. The men and women in the clubhouse are starting to notice the two of us acting weird by the entrance. If he’d just fucking move, I could shoot her and be done with this shit. Right. Fucking. Now.
“Wait,” Dean says in a rush. “Stop and think for a second.”
“Think about what? Eh? I told her never to come back here.”
I push forward again, trying to get past him.
“Hang on!” he barks trying to keep his voice low but turning a few more heads our way. I noticeshedoesn’t once turn around. Bitch. “Just hear me out quick…” When I don’t reply, that’s his cue to hurry this the fuck along. “How it ended with you two—”
“—what, Dean?”
“Don’t you think she must have a pretty good reason to actually be here?” His hands tighten on my arm. It’s cute if he thinks that’ll stop me. My leader or not, this woman made the wrong fucking choice walking back into this clubhouse without any warning.
I stride past him, pushing him out of my way.
“Mollie!” he shouts, getting her attention before I can murder her.
Traitorous, cunt.
My feet are hammering the ground when Mollie swings around on the stool she’s sat on. Her eyes instantly lock with mine.
As if flicking the off switch, my feet fucking slow to a stop.
Even after eleven years, she still has that fucking superpower of hers.
“Dean,” Mollie says, acknowledging him, but never looking away from me. Her voice trails off like a piece of silk ribbon drifting through the wind.
My dick is as traitorous as my president who’s made his way to my side. I feel Dean’s eyes look between the two of us.
I’m stood over her, eyes locked, my face held tight and scrunched. “My doll rears her evil head,” I spit through gritted teeth.
“Leave it, Travis,” Dean says.
I’m an inch away from her and the woman still hasn’t flinched or moved. Until she stands, and I’m forced to step back.
