Marrying an Asshole (Dirty Fuckers MC 3)

“Has Lucy turned up?”

“Yeah, and someone else.”

He turned toward Cora. “Someone else?”

“Um, I think it’s Dane.”

“That’s not possible.”

She shrugged. “Lucy’s in there with Sharon, and there’s this big guy. Lots of ink, lots of hair as well. Looks a little unkempt.”

James didn’t want to believe it, but there was no other explanation for it.

“What do you want to do?” she asked.

“I want to go and see who the fuck that is.”

James didn’t wait for an invitation. Walking right in, he stopped when he caught sight of the three people sitting around Sharon’s desk. The moment he saw him, James knew it was Dane.

Without thinking, James launched at him, slamming his fist into the guy’s face.

Women screamed, and in the distance he heard Sharon yelling for security.

“It’s me, man, it’s Dane.”

“I know who the fuck you are. You think you can come here after all this time, and just what, do whatever the fuck you want?”

“I—”

James slammed his fist against his face, not wanting to hear another word from him.

Cora grabbed his arm and yanked with all of her might. James knew it was his woman, and he stopped immediately.

“Don’t call the cops,” Dane said.

“Fighting like this in front of Ryan—”

“I don’t care. It’s what he deserves.”

James turned to Ryan. “I take it this was why you were so pissed?”

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have let my temper get the better of me.”

“You’re right. You shouldn’t. You’re a better man than that, and I expect better.”

Ryan nodded.

“Do we need to take him out of school?” James asked.

“He’s my son,” Dane said.

“Last time I checked you ran from that title. You don’t get a say.”

“I’m still Lucy’s husband!”

“Only because they couldn’t find your body, and she wasn’t willing to divorce you. I’ll give her a dead body if she’d like.”

“James, it’s okay,” Lucy said. “Can I take Ryan home?”