Tempting The Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 3)

“Let’s go, baby.” East guides her toward the driver’s side of the jeep. “You good to drive?”

“I’m fine.”

“Let me know when you make it to the clubhouse,” I tell him.

“Will do, man.” East starts toward his truck then turns back around. He stalks toward Ruthie. “Didn’t get to kill Grudge,” he mutters then unsheathes the hunting dagger he keeps strapped to his boot. Ripping open Ruthie’s shirt, he stabs her in the chest, carving out the shape around her heart. She screams, but he caps a palm over her mouth. “Guess you have a heart after all.”

Epilogue

I can still smell the fumes from the fire embedded in my nostrils days after I helped Murder and other members from the club stage the cabin like a homemade Meth lab. As for Ruthie...she got what was coming to her. Bitch passed out when East took his anger out on her. James put her in the bed of the cabin and put Grudge’s body on top of hers. Both of them stripped naked. Put her fingerprints on the shotgun and placed it in the bed next to her.

Ruthie came to as we doused them in gasoline. She cried, begged, and screamed for mercy but there was none to be found. Not for her. Not after everything she had done. There was no redemption to be had. The woman was pure evil. The daughter of a true demon. She was truly her father’s daughter. Everything she did was to keep us apart. She didn’t want a baby. She wanted to hurt us. And now...now there is nothing left of her but charred skeletal remains. In this life you reap what you sew. I lit that match and know one day I will pay for my sins, but it won’t be today.

When I close my eyes, I can hear her screams as she burned alive before the cabin exploded. The flames dance behind my eyelids and the heat of the fire licks across my skin like a forbidden lover. I shouldn’t smile at the thought of anyone dying, but I fucking hated her.

James grins at me as he slides onto the bar stool next to mine. “What are you so damn happy about,” I ask.

“I talked to your doctor.”

“What?”

“Yeah the surgeon who handled your gunshot wound.”

“Why?”

“You’re full of shit. He never said you can’t have any more kids.”

“James...”

His finger goes to my lips to silence me. “Babe. I want to make another baby with you. I want it all. My brand inked on your skin, my ring on your finger, my baby in your belly. Gonna give you the life I promised.”

My heart skips a beat. Tears burn in the backs of my eyes.

“So.” He removes his finger. “You gonna save yourself the trouble and agree to it all now or do I need to take you upstairs, tie you to my bed, and take what I want?”

“Damn, can I get a vote?” Pam starts in. “Because fuck me that was hot as hell. Girl, tell him no and enjoy the punishment.” She cackles.

My filthy talking biker chuckles.

I cup James’s face. “I love you.” I plant a kiss on his lips.

“I would too if I were you.”

“Asshole.” I kiss him again then lean in to whisper in his ear. “What if I want you to tie me to your bed and to say yes to negotiating this baby fever you seem to have?”

His eyes go big and he says nothing. Hoisting me out of my seat and over his shoulder, my filthy biker takes me to bed to get started on all his demands.