Page 51 of Bishop

“So Bishop has himself a steady girl,” Maze spoke with chagrin. “You must have a magic pussy or something, bitch, to keep that boy coming back for more. From what I hear, Bishop lays more pipe annually than a plumber!”

The burly man picked me up and set me atop the pool table. Wrenching my knees apart, he stepped in between them and rubbed his thickening penis against the juncture of my thighs.

“I can't wait to feel it wrapped around my cock,” Maze spoke, holding me in place as he continued to rub against my center. “What’s your name, Babe?”

I didn’t want to give him anything, but I couldn’t think of any reason to deny him that. At least when he was talking, he wasn’t stripping me naked and raping me.

“Evie,” I answered, trying to sound as brave as possible. The voice crack at the end of my response didn’t aid in my cause any.

“Little Evie,” he purred, taking my hand and dragging it down to his crotch. “You look like a nice girl, Evie. Not the kind to hang around with a filthy MC. You like getting dicked down by dirty bikers, Babe?”

I swallowed hard and tried to turn my face away. When he forced it back in place, I snarked, “Only one!”

Maze threw his head back and laughed at my boldness. “So the kitten has claws. I like that, Babe. I like that a lot. And I’m about to prove to you that you’ll like Watchmen cock so much more than Rider dick. In fact, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be begging for it.”

Maze began to unbuckle his pants and my face drained of all color. “Ace,” he called over his shoulder. “What do you say we get this party started right here and now? You can consider it your initiation for joining the Watchmen.”

Ace effortlessly dragged Amelia over to the pool table by her hair and bent her double over it despite her exuberant protestations. “It would be my pleasure, Prez,” he said, placing one large hand on her back to immobilize her.

“I got a big dick, Babe,” Maze cautioned me, fisting himself hard through his boxers. “And you look like you got a tight pussy. This is going to hurt,” he said with a sneer, wrapping his hand around my throat, “but I’ll teach you to like that, too.”

I could barely breathe and feared I’d pass out from the enormous biker cutting off my airway. Just as the sides of my vision grew fuzzy, I heard shouting at the front door. Rolling my petrified eyes in that direction, I saw a group of familiar men storming into the bar.

My eyes immediately fell on Matty. Normally, when he was looking at me, his expression was soft and fun-loving. Right now, it was rage-filled, brutal, and murderous.

Maze swung around and immediately did up his pants. Before he could cinch his belt, Matty was on him. The President of the Watchmen might have outweighed his Devilish opponent, but he certainly wasn’t taller or more muscular.

Matty, to my shock, fought like some people dance. His movements were completely instinctual. His first blow was quick and brutal. It landed Maze square in the face, shattering his nose. Blood spattered in all directions, and I scooted backward out of its reach.

Matty aimed for the man’s middle next. Working it like those guys do to the heavy, dangling bags I’d seen in the movies. To his credit, Maze took the beating like a rhino. He even swung and connected with Matty’s cheek once. Matty didn’t even flinch. In fact, it only seemed to add to his determination to obliterate his opponent.

Hands reached out for me then, and I realized it was Amelia pulling me in for a hug. “Are you okay?” she whispered, her voice choked with tears.

Dazed, I managed a nod. “Yeah. You?”

“I’m okay,” she reassured, looking at Matty, then her fiancé, who I was pretty sure was beating the blond man named Ace to death a dozen or so feet away from us.

Gazing around the room, I saw Boots headbutt a guy, German throat punch someone else, Reaper knock a man out cold, and Ox, the Club Enforcer, fighting two bikers at once. Holy fuck! I’d never seen anything like this before. It was an all-out brawl and it was absolute insanity.

“Cops are coming!” someone in the crowd shouted, but neither MC seemed to care. “The scanner says they’re down the street.”

Amelia ran over to her fiancé’s side. “Hawk, stop! The cops are coming. He isn’t worth going to jail over!”

I could tell Ace wasn’t doing so good. He might not be unconscious yet, but I bet he wished he was. It also looked like he was going to need to add to his collection of prosthetic teeth after Hawk was done stomping his face in. Several of them were lying around his prone form on the ground.

When Amelia wrapped her arms around Hawk’s middle, the man suddenly stopped fighting. He spit onto Ace’s very still body. “I owed you that beating from our last Halloween party, asshole! When I see you next, I’ll be digging your grave. Payback for what you did here, tonight!”

One of the Watchmen came over and hauled Ace’s body away when someone updated us that the cops were now driving fast down the street. My attention swung back to Matty. Unable to fight him man to man, Maze pulled a knife from his belt to even the playing field.

“No!” I screamed when the underhanded Watchmen lunged at Matty’s chest.

Thankfully, Matty was as agile as he was deadly with his fists. He easily sidestepped his attacker and managed to deliver another crushing blow to the man’s jaw.

“Prez, come on, let’s go!” one of his minions urged, ushering his leader toward the back exit.

Reluctantly, Maze turned and headed for the back door. Matty, with revenge in his eyes, went to follow him and finish what they’d started.

German stopped him, slinging an arm around his waist. “Let him go, Brother. We’ll track them down later and finish what we started here on our own terms.”

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