The Biker's Lucky Charm (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 5)
“Doesn’t matter. You’re free to do as you please and now so am I. I’ve seen all I needed to.”
“Tell my wife what happened?” I scowl at Danika.
“I should go.” The bitch plays dumb, skirting around the two of us but not fast enough.
“You fucking cunt.” Pam snatches her up by her hair.
Oh shit. Here we go.
Pam draws her knee up at the same time she yanks Danika's head down to meet it getting her right in the nose. Blood squirts from her nostrils as she cries out. My wife doesn’t miss a beat slamming her head into the wall. “Fucking whore. Skanky cunt that everyone has fucked. I’ll kill you.” Blood splatters on the wall as my crazy wife rams Danika’s face into the paneling again.
Viking steps out of his room at the sound of all the ruckus. He rolls his eyes then lets out a low whistle. He knows as good as I do that, I’m damn lucky Prez isn't here. Murder doesn't put up with cat fights in his house. He’s home with his new bride enjoying his wedded bliss. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt me.
We share a nod, and I grab Pam under her armpits while Viking tries to pry her fingers out of Danika’s hair. A handful of blonde locks falls to the floor.
Jesus.
“Let me go,” Pam screams, kicking back at my shins, arms outstretched grappling for Danika’s neck.
“Get her out of here,” I growl toward Viking.
He wrenches an arm under the whore’s knees and lifts, securing her in his arms, and out of Pam’s reach.
Chapter Six
“Cool your shit,” Link snarls in my ear, dragging me into his room at the clubhouse. I don’t know why I came. No. That’s a lie. I needed to see with my own eyes if the text message I got from an u
nknown number had any truth to it.
I know it was Danika who sent the message. I may be pissed at Link, but I’ll be damned if she thinks she can insert herself into his life and fuck with me. He’s still my husband. I’m still his wife. We share a son.
I’ll kill her before she puts her skanky lips on him again.
“If I let you go are you gonna behave?” His furry lips work along the shell of my ear giving me a shiver. A reaction I don’t want to have at his deep voice and breath brushing along my skin painting me with his words.
I’m all worked up and on edge. Adrenaline pumps through my veins. My nerves are frayed. I’m coming apart at the seams. If I don’t get a hold on this anger, I’m going to do something stupid.
“Why was she here in your room?”
“Fuck if I know. I came up to take a shower and get some sleep and the bitch was naked on my bed. Soon as I saw her, I tossed her out. You were here. You saw. Don’t believe me you can ask Holy. He was at the bar with me when the bitch was trying to give me a cigarette, and I told her to get lost.”
“Let me go.”
“You believe me?” his fingers slide down my arms, and I lift a shoulder to him. “Whatcha doing here anyway? You said you wanted space.”
“I had a text message that told me you had her in your room. Came to see for myself.”
“Swear to fuck I’ll make sure the cunt never steps foot in this clubhouse again or anywhere near me or you.”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“Don’t it?” He twists me around and stares at me long and hard. The intensity swirling in his eyes crackles between us. Threatening to suck me under and drown me in him. I can’t get lost in what used to be. Things have changed. I can’t allow the physical attraction we share to drag me down to hell. “We’ll get through this.”
Wish I could believe him.
“Who sent the text?”
“I’m guessing your whore or one of her friends.”