Wolf (The Henchmen MC 3)

"On it," she said simply, but I saw her tense. It didn't take a genius to know how heavy a keg was and she knew there was no way she could take one down, but she'd be damned if she let that weakness show.

"You guys are assholes," I declared, turning away from them and jumping up into the bed, shoving the shoulder of the probate who made some sort of comment about Maze's ass as she hopped up. And, granted, she had an ass to kill for, but that didn't give them the right to comment. "Funny, I don't hear you telling Cash or Reign or Wolf what nice asses they have," I shot at them as I reached for the handles at the top of the keg.

"Don't want to fuck theirs," one of the probates said, shrugging.

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked, straightening and advancing him across the bed. "You do realize this is a brotherhood right? You're not supposed to..."

"Have to deal with a sister? And her fucking mood swings when she's on the rag like you obviously a..."

I bent low, planted my feet, and shoved with everything in me. I had the element of surprise on my side, making the man who outweighed me by a solid seventy pounds of muscle go toppling off the back of the truck, landing hard on his back.

"Hey, bitch..." the other probate, obviously his brother if their looks were anything to go by, said as his hand landed hard on my shoulder.

Down on the ground, Wolf started to growl and Cash and Repo straightened. Reign put Ferryn on the ground and patted her butt till she toddled off. But before they could even move toward the truck, the probate's wrist was grabbed and twisted. Maze moved fast, spinning behind him, locking his arm against his back, and slamming him forward over a keg.

"Apologize," she growled, hiking a knee up as he squirmed and pressing it into his lower back.

"Fuck you."

"With what? While we're talking about our brothers body parts, I've seen you changing, Moose. You don't have anything a woman wants in those pants."

"Maze..." Repo called, his voice holding warning.

"What?" she almost screamed back, frustration bouncing off of every nerve ending. "Last night Duke and Renny got into a knock down drag out and all you did was stand there and place bets! But because it's me you're going to pull the fucking 'boss' card a-fucking-gain?" she asked, still yelling, pushing away from the probate. I was right; they were giving her a hard time. There's no way she would be flipping out like she was if they were giving her a fair shot. This was just the icing on the cake for her after god-knew how long of god-knew what she was forced to put up with. "He put his hand on someone else's old lady. He's lucky it's still attached to his body!" All her rage was focused on Repo who looked like he was struggling with some kind of self-control, his hands clenching hard into fists at his sides.

What the hell was going on?

"She ain't wrong," Wolf agreed, reaching up into the bed and pulling my leg until I hopped down toward him, his arm closing around me tightly.

"Maze you need to calm down," Repo said, his voice sounding almost like a sigh.

"You need to stop..."

"Alright, enough," Reign broke in, obviously done with the situation. "Moose," he said inclining his head toward the guy in the truck bed, rubbing his wrist where Maze had twisted it, "Maze is right; you don't put your hand on a woman. Ever. And you certainly don't put your hand on your fuckin' road captain's woman. What the fuck were you even thinking?"

"She could have broken my brother's bac..."

"Then your brother should show a little more respect. You're out," Reign said in a lethal way that brooked no argument. "Your brother can stay if he shapes the fuck up. Now you've ruined enough of this party so get the fuck gone so we can all enjoy the rest."

Moose's face was that of barely-contained rage and he shoved Maze hard as he passed, almost knocking her off balance. But she didn't react, just gritted her teeth and jumped down off the bed after him.

"Maze..." Repo said, trying to reach for her arm as she passed, but she jerked it violently away.

"Don't you fucking touch me," she hissed under her breath, taking off toward the compound.

I waited a minute for Moose to clear out, his brother following him toward the gate where they both started gesturing wildly, shoving at each other and, I assumed, yelling.

"What the hell was that?" I asked, looking at Repo.

Repo rubbed a hand down his face and shuffled away without saying anything. I turned my attention to Cash who was scratching his cheek, trying to not look as guilty as he obviously was.

"Spill."

Cash smiled, shaking his head. "You won't like it, kid."

"Still want to hear it."

"Repo is in charge of making Maze's life a living hell until she quits or fucks up bad enough to get kicked out."

"Did you know about this?" I asked, turning my head to look up at Wolf.

"Yep," he said with a nod, not even thinking about evading or lying. It was a quality I genuinely appreciated about him, but I wasn't in the mood to be pleased by him. I wrenched away and he let me, sighing hard. "You don't get it," he said with a shrug.

"You're god damn right I don't fucking get it. Have we met? On that note, have you met Lo? Or Alex? Hell, even Summer and Amelia have got steady trigger fingers and good foot work. You are surrounded by strong, badass women and you think you can pull some Neanderthal shit just because..."

"Because of what just happened, babe," Reign said, tucking his hands into his pockets.

"What just happened was two immature dickheads pulled some immature dickhead moves."

"Kid, have you met the guys? They're all immature dickheads," Cash put in. "This kind of thing would be never-ending."