Undaunted (The Kings of Retribution MC)

Taking a seat at the bar, Logan motions for Austin to bring us some coffee. “Bella wants sugar and a shit ton of cream,” he tells Austin.

“Well, look at you two being all cute and shit,” Quinn says interrupting us.

“Shut the fuck up, asshole. It’s too early for your shit,” Logan tells him.

I look over at Quinn. He winks at me, and I smile. I’m used to his crazy ass by now.

Austin sets my cup in front of me, and just as I’m about to bring it to my mouth, I see that fucking bitch Cassie, slide right up next to Logan.

“Hey, Logan,” she purrs, while running her hand up his arm.

Obviously, the whore has lost her damn mind. Just as Logan is about to say something, I put my hand on his chest. “It’s okay, baby. I got this one.” Very calmly, I stand up from my stool, getting right in Cassie’s face. “You have about two seconds to take your hands off what’s mine. You see, my sister being with me the other day in the store was the only reason I walked away. Make no mistake, I won’t be walking away twice,” I warn her.

“Logan, baby? Are you going to let this little bitch talk to me like that?”

That’s it.

In one swift move, I bring my fist up, punching the whore right in her nose. I hit her so hard, it causes pain to explode in my hand. The crunch I felt when hitting her nose is satisfying though.

Cassie drops to the floor cupping her nose. Her shrieking sounds like a dying cat.

“Fuck me! I think you broke her nose, sweetheart,” Quinn says.

I see Logan looking at me with an intense look on his face. He then turns his attention to Cassie, who is still on the floor. “You stay your ass there,” he barks out.

Turning back to the bar he tells Austin to get a bag of ice. “Sit. Let me see your hand, babe.”

He hisses at my swelling, red knuckles as he places the ice pack on my hand.

“Watching you punch that bitch, and claiming me as yours, has my dick so fuckin’ hard,” He growls in my ear.

“I do hate to interrupt you two, but what do you want to do with her?” Quinn questions Logan, pointing at Cassie, who now has a towel to her nose to stop the bleeding.

Logan turns his attention back to Cassie, who is glaring up at me. “You need to get your shit and leave. You’re no longer welcome in this clubhouse.”

Cassie stares at Logan, with her mouth gapped open. “You don’t mean that? You’re kicking me out because of her?” she yells, pointing her finger at me.

“Bella is my woman. You just fuckin’ disrespected her. Hell fuckin’ yeah, I mean it.”

“Your woman?” Cassie sputters.

“Gabriel,” Logan barks.

I look over to see he’s coming this way. Gabriel is so quiet, I forgot he was even in the room.

“Make sure Cassie gets all her shit, then escort her off King’s property,” Logan instructs him.

“You got it, brother.” Reaching down, Gabriel grabs Cassie’s arm. “Let’s go,” he grunts.

“About fuckin’ time you dealt with Cassie’s crazy ass,” Quinn says out loud, as we watch Gabriel lead her out of the room.

“Yea, brother. It was definitely overdue.”

Coming over to me and taking my uninjured hand, Logan guides me from the stool I’m sitting in.

“Come on. We need to go see Jake.”

Logan and I walk into Jake’s office, when I go to sit, Logan stops me. He sits in the chair first, then pulls me down to his lap.