Page 55 of Biker's Enemy

“I’m going to kill that whore.”

“She’s your wife, Bucky. Relax,” Condom says, clearly still seething over the indulgence with liquor. “I’m sure she has a reasonable explanation for lying to you and hiding out in Oklahoma with her mama.”

“That bitch,” he sneers, spitting on the ground. The last thing I need is this idiot getting out of hand.

“Bucky, chill,” I reply, feeling goddamn blessed that I’m not gone off some type of liquor myself. “She’s your property. I don’t care what you do with her as long as you do it after we question her.”

“We can question her after I shoot the bitch in the head.”

“So we question a corpse, you dumb fuck?” Condom growls. “You can’t let some woman get under your skin like this. Toughen the fuck up.”

Ruger spits on the ground again, this time dangerously close to Condom, who leans with his arms folded, looking ready to burst if necessary. Lyle Blackwood was just about the only person who could get Ruger’s crazy ass under control. Since he died that country boy has been a goddamn nightmare.

. “She’s my property. If I want to tie her to a tree and shove a shotgun up her ass, I can do it.”

“Shove your shotgun wherever you have to after we question her. I have shit to do that doesn’t involve burying a body without getting anything out of it.”

“Fine,” Bucky says. “I’ll go in there first and talk to her calmly.”

“Like fuck you will,” I snap at him. He already has his hand on his holster.

“I’ll get her out of there,” I tell him. “And I won’t leave any witnesses.”

I promised Juliette I would stay away from this kind of trouble… but all I’ve thought about the entire ride here is how I can keep this woman safe and if I have to fire a couple bullets to protect Juliette and Mackenzie… that’s what I’ll do.

“I’ll watch him,” Condom says, gesturing towards Bucky.

“I don’t need your ass watching me like a fucking kid,” Bucky replies.

We both ignore him. Everyone knows the Blackwoods are hot-tempered. I hope that woman enjoyed her freedom while it lasted because I believe him when he says he’ll kill her. I just don’t want it to happen on my watch.

Twenty-Eight

CASH

Ienter my house to an unexpected arrangement of women gathered around my kitchen counter that immediately puts me in a sour mood.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I grumble at Tylee before greeting anyone. Tylee’s presence immediately irks me and I don’t remember having her name on the list of approved people for the safehouse. She’s a troublemaker.

Tylee Sinclair leans over the counter drinking milk out of a wine glass while Aunt Deb bounces Avery, and Quin acts like she doesn’t notice me enter the room. Why the fuck isn’t she looking at me? Quin has her arm around Tylee’s waist like they’re best friends.

And there’s a pistol on the counter.

“Is that gun loaded?” I snap, striding over towards it and quickly demonstrating basic gun safety for the women in the room who stare at me like I have two heads.

“He thinks he’s so cool,” Tylee says. “I remember when he was a skinny little ginger kid you could fit in a suitcase.”

After verifying the gun isn’t loaded,. I slam it on the table in front of Tylee threateningly, provoking Deb and Quin to chastise me.

“Not in front of Avery!” they both yell in unison. When did all these women join some kind of cult and why do I immediately feel attacked? I glare at both of them, more specifically at Quin, who still won’t look me directly in the eye.

“Okay. Fine. Sorry. Why is Tylee in my house.”

“We’re cousins and I miss you.”

“I miss you too. The way someone might miss cancer or total body paralysis.”

“Tanner!” Aunt Deb says. “Tylee came here with important information. I need you to sit down and listen to it.”

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