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She snorted. “Why wouldn’t I? If I’m going to be Rocket’s old lady, I’m definitely going to have my say and I will be respected above anyone else. Even Rocket. Why? Because I’m a Goddamned lady. It’s right there in the fucking name. So yeah. Maybe I am a princess. Get fuckin’ used to it.”
Yeah. That shut Falcon up. Shut me up, too.
“Now. Getting back to the conversation before. If I’m making the move from Iron Tzars to Grim Road, it’s not going to be a step down. We will get this club in order and working like a fuckin’ team so incidents like today won’t happen again. There’s gonna have to be some fuckin’ changes if I’m staying, Rocket. Non-negotiable. Clear?” When I didn’t say anything, Lemon nodded crisply. “Good.”
She tossed her head, her long ponytail brushing the string wrapped around her back where her bikini top fastened, and sashayed her sweet ass outside. Which was when I fully appreciated what the woman was wearing. Which was to say, not fucking much. That was when I fully noticed the blood she had all over her, that she didn’t acknowledge at all. She didn’t try to wipe her face or her hands. It was like this was her way of owning the shit. She’d killed and she didn’t give a rat’s ass who knew it.
As I watched while Bear helped her into the truck, I had to adjust myself. The blood in my body must have truly all headed south because there was no way this was my life right now.
“What. The. Fuck. Just. Happened?”
“Old lady?” Falcon looked and sounded like he thought he might have heard wrong and like he might follow Lemon outside and throttle her. Because he absolutely wouldn’t be aiming that look at me.
I started to deny it, to tell Falcon Lemon was fucking with him, then stopped and tilted my head. “You got a problem with that?”
“Oh, come on, Rocket!” I thought maybe Lemon had broken Falcon. Pretty sure the other man was getting ready to snap. “You can’t take that hellion as your woman. What is she? Fourteen?”
“She’s eighteen, and I’ll do what the fuck I want. It’s my life. I’ll take whatever woman I want to be my old lady and you won’t make a single fuckin’ comment.”
“The men ain’t gonna like this.”
“What? That Lemon’s mine? Or that she’ll put them in their place if she thinks they need it?”
“Have you even fucked her yet?”
Couldn’t let that one go. I swung a haymaker at Falcon, catching him in the chin. He didn’t go down, but he staggered back a couple of steps. “That’s the only warning you get, Falcon. Talk about Lemon that way again, I’ll kill you.”
“Jesus Christ, Rocket! You better know what the fuck you’re doin’.”
“I can honestly say I’ve never been more sure in my fuckin’ life.”
I followed Lemon to the cage and climbed in beside her. Knox, our road captain, started the truck and sped off. She sat silently, still a bloody mess. I was sure she was uncomfortable as the blood dried on her skin, but she didn’t complain or wipe at her skin, or acknowledge the situation in any way. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed out the window.
I placed my hand gently over hers. She turned her arm and laced her fingers with mine. There was a slight tremor running through her I almost missed. Had I not been holding her hand I doubt I’d have noticed. Could be she was chilled in the air conditioning, but I didn’t think so.
“You’re safe, Lemon.”
She whipped her head around to look at me, her brows knit together in anger. “Of course, I’m safe,” she snapped. “But you could have fuckin’ been killed, Rocket. You were shot. And I saw that guy get a solid kick to your knee. It was four on one. And these pissants were gonna just leave you there?”
I blinked at her. She was constantly keeping me off-balance. “You… were worried about me?”
“Of course, I was fuckin’ worried, Rocket! I told you. I’m your old lady. How do you think I’d feel if you died, huh?”
Knox, the bastard, let out a bark of laughter before coughing to cover it up.
“We’ll talk about that later. Let’s get home and we’ll get you cleaned up and go check on your little charge.”
Lemon grunted but otherwise said nothing. She went back to staring at the moving scenery until we pulled into the Grim Road compound. Falcon must have complained to the entire club because I was sure every single member in the compound had come out to greet us. Or, more accurately, watch the fireworks. Sure enough, as I climbed out of the truck, I saw Wolf and Crush pull chairs out into the parking lot and set a big-ass cooler between them. Crush opened it and pulled out a couple of beers, handing one to Wolf before popping the top and clinking the necks together.
“Rocket!” A decidedly female voice cut through the low murmur of male voices. As a rule, club whores were regulated to a certain space within the compound. Like our families had their own separate area, we kept the club whores contained in their separate area. Not only did it keep the peace, but it kept them from putting their noses where they didn’t belong. Apparently, that wasn’t the case tonight. On the heels of the first woman, several others emerged from the party room. I wanted to pull my hair out. I’d bet my last dollar this had been Falcon’s doing. All of it.
The woman -- she called herself Plush -- jumped into my arms. I had to catch her to keep from stumbling backward. I wasn’t stupid enough to keep holding her, though. I immediately shoved her away from me, keeping my hands on her only long enough to make sure she didn’t land on her ass in the gravel.
Lemon chose that moment to exit the truck. She’d climbed out of my side instead of her side, so my body was between her and the woman. When she stepped around me, it was with an eerie grace and slow, deliberate movements. Even in the fading light, she looked like a sight from a horror film. Her expression was completely blank, but her gaze was fixed on Plush. Lemon took one slow step at a time toward the other woman, letting her hips sway with each step, proving to everyone watching she was just as sexy as any club whore. More so, because she was also covered in blood, proving the violence she was capable of. In her Daisy Dukes and bikini top, she was every biker’s wet dream come true.
And yeah. I was so fucking fucked it wasn’t fucking funny.
“Touch my man again, and I’ll bury you somewhere neither Google nor Siri will know where the fuck you are.”
