Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Davis’s gaze flicks to me before moving to the house behind me. “What about Nana and Georgia? Are they okay?”
I step up to him. “They’re fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to them,” I growl, changing my mind and wanting to kill the fucker right now. I don’t like that he called Georgia’s grandmother Nana. Sure, I do. I’m allowed. Afterall, they’re my family now. There’s no way in hell this man should get that privilege.
Davis’s eyes narrow on me. “And you are?”
“I’m the new president of the Kings of Anarchy.”
That earns me a tight, unhappy smile from the cop. “We like our town quiet and orderly. That isn’t exactly how your club operates lately.”
I shrug like I don’t have a care in the world. “Don’t worry about my club. That’s not your place.”
Davis moves into me now. “Making sure this town stays safe is my place. Most of the trouble we’ve had lately stems from club wars and biker bullshit.”
I grin big at him, just because I know it will piss him off. “And again, that’s my problem. Not yours.”
“You’re wrong. Dead wrong—especially if you’re drawing Georgia and her grandmother into it.”
The air seems to go still around me. My men may not know me well, but no man is going to stand for another guy warning him off his old lady. My voice drops dangerously low, “Are you foolish enough to think Georgia belongs to you, asshole?”
Davis doesn’t flinch. “Georgia’s her own person. She doesn’t belong to anyone. But the two of us are close.”
That word—close—hits like a punch to the gut.
I feel heat crawl up my spine, something primal inside of me is trying to claw its way out. I take another step forward until Davis and I are toe-to-toe. My eyes are cold and steady. “That closeness just ended. Georgia’s mine now. I’ll watch out for her, not you.” I tilt my head toward the cruiser. “Why don’t you do something useful—like your job? Figure out who just tried to kill me in her driveway.”
“If Georgia wants me out of her life, she’ll be the one to tell me—not you.”
“We’ll see,” I purr, refusing to let this asshole get to me. “I’m thinking since I just had my hands on her tits, my tongue down her throat and I’m taking her out tonight, that message should be clear enough. If it’s not, I’ll make sure my woman makes it clearer to you soon. Maybe I’ll have her call you while she’s screaming out that she belongs to me while I have her pinned to the bed on my cock.”
“You fucking—”
Before he can get his sentence out, I yell out to my men. “Mount up, boys. We’ve got work to do.”
Engines immediately flare to life. The noise is like thunder echoing against the hills. Davis doesn’t move. He just stares at me, his voice tight. “You’re no good for her.”
“Man, you don’t even know me.”
“I know your type,” he replies in disgust. “And I know Georgia’s had enough pain in her life. She doesn’t need more. Leave her alone.”
“Go to hell,” I order, my voice like liquid steel—cold and deadly.
We stare one another down, neither blinking. Finally, he throws me one last look—something between hate and a warning. I ignore it as I watch the bastard climb into his cruiser.
When he pulls away, I spit in the dirt where the fucker was standing, then I turn toward my men.
Hades is grinning again, shaking his head. “So, let me get this straight—you’ve been here two days, claimed a witch, pissed off the sheriff, and got shot at. You sure know how to make an entrance, Prez.”
Cowboy laughs. “Hell, give it another week and he’ll have us tradin’ our bikes for broomsticks.”
Scorpion smirks. “I’m not trading my helmet for a witch hat, Prez.”
Even C cracked a grin, though his eyes were still cautious. “You sure about this, brother? Small town like this… they don’t forget easy.”
I glance back at Georgia’s house. I can see the faint outline of Georgia’s curtains fluttering, like someone had been standing there. It makes me grin. Did she see me throw down with that Davis asshole? Her house looked peaceful and welcoming. Still, if this town had been running their tongues against Georgia, they’ve put her through hell. Bullets could hurt like hell and might take your life, but tongues wagging hate and evil could destroy a soul and this motherfucking place has probably been whispering about her for years.
“She’s mine,” I repeat once more. “Anyone who’s got a problem with that can take it up with me.”
Scorpion nods once. No one else says a word.
I swing my leg over my bike, the engine roaring beneath me. “Let’s go,” I yell. “We’ll find the assholes who thought they could take me down—and if that bastard Davis steps too close to Georgia again, I’ll make sure he remembers why men like him stay on their side of the line.”