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Nostrils flaring, she snaps back. “Fuck you, dirty gangbanging bitch.”
Imeowat her. “Kitty has claws,” I growl, scratching the air.
“Back off right now before I make you wish your BTD friends had killed you.”
Heavy boots sound behind me before Ace appears, scowling hard. He stares me down, all fiery.
I ignore him and say to Mousey, “Sorryvieja, I don’t want your man. But just so you know, I’m fucking Nova.” Gasps sound and I stand taller. “That’s right, a fucking doctor. Not some low-rent hacker. No offense,” I tell Wild Man.
He grins, amused. “None taken.”
Ace snarls, “Shut up!” He’s about to explode. “You’re lucky to be breathing. Get that?”
I shrug.
“If Nova hadn’t gone to bat for you, you’d be on the streets fighting to survive. You get that, right? Tell me you fucking get that.” One thick finger points at me as if I’m supposed to be afraid. I’ve stared down death more than once this month, and I’ve got one concern right now.
Freedom.
“Yeah, and you keeping me hostage until you get what you want is supposed to make me feel what? Grateful?” I bark out a laugh. “All you’re waiting for, all of you,” I point accusing fingers at all the bikers in the room, “is to get the intel you want from me before you put a bullet in my head. You think I don’t know that? You’re no different from the Bloodthirsty Devils.”
Ace shakes his head. “You’re un-fucking-believable, you know that? We give you a safe haven and take care of you, and this is how you repay the favor?”
“Some fucking favor,” I grumble when Ace takes another step forward, stopping when he’s completely in my face. I visibly shrink as he towers over me, taking me back to my daddy and stepdaddy. They were both mean sons of bitches who didn’t think twice about doing whatever it took to get what they wanted. Any means necessary and all that macho bullshit.
Ace leans forward, forcing me to lean back. “You’re here, alive and safe, because I allow it. Because I’m being fucking kind, and you think you’re going to come into my clubhouse and start shit?”
I open my mouth, another smart-ass response on the tip of my tongue, but the Prez ain’t playing.
“I’m talking,” he roars. “I don’t give a fuck about your reasons for bringing chaos to my MC. It stops right fucking now, you feel me?” I don’t say anything because this tirade doesn’t require an answer. “We have enough shit to deal with and don’t need your trashy brand of gangbanger bullshit around here.”
His words have me shrinking into myself, feeling ugly and stupid, and so much like the weak little girl who didn’t have the grit and killer instinct to give it right back to toxic assholes like him.
“Or what?” I shout in response because suddenly I’m not that weak little girl, not anymore. I learned a few things over the years, and it is always better to stand up for yourself.
“What are you gonna do, Ace? Kill me before you get what you need to save your precious fucking biker bitch?”
I look around the room, my gaze landing on Viper before I turn to another angry biker. “Go ahead. What the fuck do I care when you’re going to kill me anyway? Do. Your. Worst.”
The challenge is there in my words. I wait and lead with my chin for him to punch me or shoot me, anything.
The clubhouse falls silent. I’m fully aware of all the eyes on me, and I don’t care. Fuck Ace for calling me out like that when I was only trying to plan my escape.
“You know what? Fuck you. Fuck every last one of you stupid fucking bikers. All I wanted was a way out of here.”
I shoot a semi-apologetic look at Maven. She’s a nice chick and doesn’t deserve all that bullshit I loaded on her.
“But you were never gonna help me, were you?” I don’t give him a chance to respond. “Yeah, I didn’t think so. Fuck you, your MC, and Nova for making me believe for one fucking second that any of you are different. You’re all just Demon in a different jacket.”
With those words, I look around one last time and jet the fuck out of there, leaving the bikers behind once and for all.
I don’t need them. I don’t need Nova and his lying kisses or his lying eyes. I don’t need their fake protection.
All I need is myself.
And as soon as I pack my one measly fucking bag, I’m outta here. For good.
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