Rocket (Hell's Handlers MC 5)

“You sure? I’m having a hard time believing one would fuck you willingly.”

“Rocket.” Copper’s bark hit him like the crack of a whip, jerking a response out of him.

He stilled, knife pricking the skin above Lefty’s dick.

Fuck.

The bastard’s fear evaporated, morphing into a smirk once again. Fury surged through Rocket’s veins, but he steeled his expression. He tilted his head while keeping the knife gouging into Lefty’s skin. Let the man think he was prepared to discount his president.

“Rocket,” Copper said again.

For a flash, he was tempted to drive the knife forward, fuck his president’s wishes. But he didn’t. He tossed the blade onto Lefty’s stomach. It landed with a thump against a bruise Rocket hoped came from Chloe.

Lefty hissed.

As Rocket turned, LJ and Zach entered the kitchen.

“Hallway, Rocket. Now,” Copper growled. His stony expression gave away nothing about his anger, but make no mistake, the president was fucking pissed. About as furious as Rocket had ever seen him. That damn boot didn’t hinder him a bit. At least not when he was rip-shit.

Zach and LJ stared down at Lefty. As he passed, Zach thumped Rocket on the back. Lefty’s belligerent laughter followed Rocket out of the kitchen. Did the fucker think this was some kind of reprieve? Once in the hallway Copper speared him with a hate-filled look. He rubbed his beard and appeared to be choosing his words carefully. “Jig’s gonna drive your woman to hang with Izzy. After you say goodbye to her you’re going to ride to the fucking clubhouse. I’ll meet you there. You’re lucky I don’t slice that brand off your arm right here and now. You hear me?” Copper was practically vibrating with suppressed rage. “Do you fucking hear me?”

Rocket stared his president down. “I hear you.” No matter his punishment, he’d do the same thing again. Lefty had been delivered with a fucking bow—literally. Couldn’t look that gift horse in the mouth.

“Fuck were you thinking Rocket?”

“He fucking touched her. Again.” he spat out as fury surged once again. “How’d you know?”

Copper didn’t answer.

“How. Did. You—Jesus.” Like a smack to the face, it dawned on him. A soul-crushing sense of betrayal stole his ability to breathe. No. Not Chloe. She couldn’t have. Wouldn’t have. She knew exactly what this meant to him. Hell, she’d suffered through the past two weeks of his absence for this very moment. She’d told him she loved him for fuck’s sake. But one look at Copper’s face confirmed his fear.

Chloe had stabbed him right in the back. Taken away the thing that had driven him forward for months.

Revenge.

He turned, unable to continue talking to Copper without risking spewing some vile shit he could never take back. As he stepped outside, he caught sight of Chloe standing with Jigsaw. His solemn brother said something and pointed over her shoulder. She whipped around, scanning until she found him. Her cheeks were wet, eyes somber, but the moment they landed on him, she appeared lighter. After squeezing Jig’s hand, she took off at a run.

“Logan,” she said as she reached for him with outstretched arms. He sidestepped her embrace and just glared at her. He couldn’t deal with her right now. He was too enraged. Too furious that his shot at Lefty had been interrupted. Because of her. He couldn’t see anything past Lefty’s smirk and Chloe’s injured face.

Her expression fell. Crumbled to pieces right before his eyes. Despite it all, despite her disloyalty, he had to dig his blunt nails into his palms to keep his traitorous hands from reaching for her. The sight of her heartbroken tears had a power over him like no other.

“L-Logan?” She placed her hand on his arm.

“Not now.” He shook her off, ignoring her shocked gasp.

“Please,” she said, again reaching for him. She either wasn’t aware or didn’t care that a handful of his brothers witnessed her near begging. “I had to.”

That may be true, but there were things he had to do as well, and killing Lefty topped that list.

“Logan if you’re not gonna haul that woman into your arms and kiss her silly for saving your fool ass, then get on your bike,” Copper said from behind him.

With one last scowl in Chloe’s direction, he marched toward his motorcycle. After climbing on his bike and donning his helmet, he risked a peek at the house. Copper frowned at him from the front stoop. Screw hovered next to him, his bulging arms wrapped around a sobbing Chloe.

He knew he should go to her. Should be the one to hold her and comfort her. She’d been attacked and fought for her life, not to mention experienced the shock of finding her rapist in her house. But he couldn’t. He was too fucking angry to think logically.

CHLOE’S HEART ACHED until tears clogged her throat and poured out her eyes. Two incredibly strong arms held her close, and a sweet man whispered soothing words in her ear.