The Biker's Baby (Royal Bastards MC: Charleston, WV 10)

Hearing what Karma did out of loyalty and obligation to people who don’t deserve it boils my blood. If that stupid fuck Archer wasn’t dead already, I’d tear out his throat. Lucky for me this Sanchez prick is still breathing. I stay silent trying to keep my temper in check. I’m not pissed at her, but fuck I wish she’d called or came to me before she lowered herself to that bullshit. I close my eyes and lick my lips, choosing my words carefully.

“Hate that you experienced that. A man who loves you will never make you question your worth or take you to a place so fuckin’ low. Wish you had reached out before it went to that level. It’s in the past but Sanchez will answer for it.”

“He’s not a man who takes kindly to not getting his way,” she mutters.

“That’s his misfortune. ‘Cause, darlin’, he picked the wrong bitch to fuck with. I know you can handle yourself. That’s not in question, but I’m going to make him pay. He’s going to beg for mercy and find none. His actions can’t go unanswered. Wish I’d known before I spoke with Prez, but that’s on me. I know you’ve tried to tell me. Need to make another call.”

I kiss her lips and she opens to me so damn sweet and inviting. Her tongue prods into my mouth seeking mine out. Her fingers fist the hem of my tee as I deepen our connection, kissing her harder. I’ll never get enough of this. Of her. I’m already getting hard. My woman’s nails rake along my abs, pushing my shirt up.

The roar of a motorcycle pulling up to the driveway interrupts the moment. I leave Karma at the couch and glance out the window. Viking.

“Your brother’s here.”

His bike cuts off and he enters through the garage, helping himself to a beer from the fridge before hitting the living room.

“Glad I got you both. Thought this news would be better delivered in person. I just had a call from a detective in Wilmington. I didn’t answer. Left me a voice message. Said he was trying to track down my sister.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, as he takes up the empty spot on the couch next to his sister. I drop my ass to the recliner.

Karma pales.

We knew this was a possibility. Was hoping we’d have more time before they connected her to Archer and Gia. Could be they simply want to question her. Could also be she’s their prime suspect. Fucking fuck. Just got her back and already on the verge of losing her all over again.

“Darlin’, do me a solid and take She-Ra for a walk.”

I can tell by the way she’s looking at me the last thing she wants to do is leave me alone with her brother to plot our next move without her.

Viking nods at her.

“Fine.” She glares at us both before calling the dog to follow her.

We wait till the front door shuts behind them and I watch out the window for them to hit the sidewalk. “Sanchez is mine,” I growl.

“She tell you all of it?”

“Yeah.” My lips curl in disgust. “Any man who has to force a woman…” I shake my head.

“How you want to play this? You claiming Karma changes things and makes it your call.”

“Need the prick to think we’re looking to change things up. Tired of these bitches playing biker. Make him an offer he can’t refuse. In exchange before the meet, he’ll give Karma her alibi. Then while we hand him the Harlots Karma will be at the police station giving her statement. So she’s safe and clear.”

“You wanna take them all out?”

“Harlots will make a play to take out Sanchez. Them bitches do what we want, then they are free of the prick and keep their club. They cross us then we do what we gotta to handle it.”

“It’s a solid plan.”

“It’ll work.”

“If these bitches can be trusted.”

“Prez is dealing with the logistics. For now, we wait. Soon as he gives the go ahead, we ride out.”

“All right. Say this works. What’s the end game with my sister? This shit with you claiming her. Is it the real deal or you just protecting her?”

“Real. You know I’ve always loved her.”

Viking nods. “You’re a good man. Want nothing but the best for her. You too.”

I wasn’t asking for his approval but it’s good to have it. “She’s having my kid.”

Viking spits out his beer. “Come again?”

“Will be later.” I grin and he lunges. The recliner flips and his knee makes contact with my crotch smashing my dick and balls in the process. “Oof,” I let out on a wheeze and groan. “Won’t be having any kids if you don’t get off my fuckin’ nuts.” I shove at him as he lands a blow to my left temple so hard there are spots floating in my vision.

“That’s my sister. Have some fucking respect.” His spit flies at my face.

The front door opens, and She-Ra comes charging. Viking knifes up on a howl as my dog bites his ass.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” I hear Karma joining the party as I roll over the side of the chair.

“She-Ra. Down, girl.” I grab her collar while Viking rubs his ass.