Claiming the Biker (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 9)

“The fucking fairytale. I wanted what Wylla has with East with you, but that’s not possible.”

“Back up to the part where you said you were pregnant. Swear to fuck you better not tell me you terminated our child’s life.”

“Is that what you think of me? That I could do that to a baby that I wanted more than I’ve ever wanted anything. I heard our baby’s heartbeat once.” She holds up a finger. “One time. I had a few hours of happy before that monster…” she shakes her head and drops to her knees.

I crouch down in the floor kneeling in front of her as she sobs. Her body shudders and shakes as she cries. I lift her chin. “That monster what? The fuck did he do, and you better tell me the fucking truth.”

“He tried.” She wipes her nose on the sleeve of her tee, and I grab her shoulder.

“He tried what?” I shake her.

“He tried to rape me,” she whispers as I let her go.

I stand up and run a hand over my head. “And the baby?”

“He pushed me. Down the stairs of my apartment. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and he was there making threats. Said he told them my dog attacked us and that I fell. That he convinced them not to put my dog down because losing my baby was cruel enough.”

“He’s dead,” I vow. I’m going to rip his throat out. He touched the wrong woman. My woman. Took a child I didn’t fucking know about away from me. I suck in a breath. I can’t focus on that detail right now because I’m barely hanging on.

“I told him I have some of the attack recorded. I had cameras for Winston, and I don’t know how much of it I caught. I never checked. I told him though that if he came near me again, I’d tell the world who and what he is and he left me alone except tonight he pulled me over.”

“He pulled you over tonight?”

She nods.

I breathe heavily through my nostrils trying to keep my grip on reality because all I want to do is find him and rip him from limb to limb.

“You still got that video?”

“Maybe. I never looked at it. What are you going to do?”

“Let’s go.” I grab her by the elbow.

“I think we should take a minute so you can process and…”

“No time.” I pull her out to her car. “Get in. I’m driving.” I push her into the passenger’s seat and hold out my hand. “Buckle and give me your keys.”

“Maybe I should drive.”

“You got access to that footage?”

“Maybe.”

“Good.”

I take her keys and go around to the driver’s side and adjust the seat and mirrors to accommodate me.

“Where are we going?”

“Clubhouse.”

“What are you going to do?”

“First.” I back out the driveway. “Show Prez this footage. Then I’m going to kill Justice Masters. After I’m going to fuck you, princess. Been too long without your pussy and I’m a starving man.”

“That’s what you’re thinking about right now?”

“You gonna tell me you don’t want me to fuck you nine ways from kingdom come?”

“Just focus on driving.”

When we get to the clubhouse the party is in full swing. Navarro got his cut today and by the looks of Kimber wrapped in his arms he got his girl too.

East shoots me a shit eating grin when he sees me tugging Andi into the clubhouse but when he comprehends the murderous expression that I’m wearing he taps Wylla on the shoulder. Holy and Hazel also jump into motion. I stalk toward Prez. He’s at the end of the bar having a beer and shooting the shit with Static. A Nomad who is interested in patching over to our club.

“Prez. Need a word.”