Page 64 of Charger

Both Tank and Throttle laugh, then turn serious. “You know that ain’t good, her in bed with the Skulls.” Throttle doesn’t want to test me right now, and the look I give him lets him know that. “Sorry, just sayin’.”

The thought of her and Venom leaves a bad fucking taste in my mouth. It makes me want to murder that fucker. His hands, his dick, touched my Jules. Fuck that.

TWENTY-FIVE

Charger

Mags took Chloe with her after the fundraiser so I could have a nice little chat with Jules. It was a long way back to her place and neither one of us tried speaking to the other. I am fuming right now, knowing someone else, someone like Venom, had touched her. The fury inside me is ripping through my veins and clawing its way to the surface.

We get inside and I slam the door behind me. Jules jumps where she stands, with her back to me. She doesn’t have to be scared of me. I would never hurt her and she knows that. But the anger inside me needs to be released.

“So, you fucked Venom?” I could have started with something else.

She slowly turns around, her skin glistening against the sun and the leftover moisture from the heat. My dick twitches, like it always fucking does. I look over at her, then up her legs to her daisy duke shorts, and I am powerless.

“For your information, it was a lot more than that. We didn’t just fuck; we had a relationship.”

“Oh, oh good. Yeah, that makes me feel better. Thanks.” Hearing her tell me they had only fucked each other would have been better.

She shakes her head. “Unbelievable. So, let me get this straight. You expected me to what, exactly? Wait for you? Wait, while you were God only knows where. Not have sex with any other men until you came back. Which, by the way…. were you even going to come back? Because the whole seeing you again at my bar was clearly coincidental.”

I don’t know if I was going to come back, so I can’t answer her. I wanted to see her again, and maybe I would have tracked her down and found her one day.

“How could you have had something with that bastard. Venom? Seriously, Jules? What the fuck could you have seen in him? Did he sweep you off your feet like those books you used to read, huh? Because I’m sorry… I’m having a hard time believing he was your Prince fucking Charming.”

“Well, for one, he was here!” she yells. I already know she’s pissed at me. But I don’t care.

“Was that before or after he stuck his dick into another woman, right after fucking you? Because I can promise you, Jules, that’s what he did.”

Her mouth drops open. “Nice, real nice, Zach. I think you should just go. We’re done here.”

“Fuck that. I’m not leaving. And you can’t possibly think he was loyal to you.” I move closer to her. She turns her head to avoid my eyes.

“No, you’re right.” She drops her arms in defeat. “He was cheating on me. That’s why I dumped him. That, and the fact that his club gave me the creeps. I wasn’t around them much, but when I was, something didn’t settle right. I didn’t like them.”

“He was around Chloe. Jules tell me he didn’t hurt…”

“No! No, he didn’t. I would never let him hurt her. He was fine with her.” She sighs. “You’re the one who rejected me last night, so I’m not sure why you’re so upset over me being with someone else.”

“I told you why I did what I did last night. You were drunk, Jules. I wasn’t gonna fuck my high school girlfriend and the mother of my daughter for the first time in years while she was intoxicated.”

“I wasn’t even that drunk. Whatever, let’s just drop this conversation. I’m tired, I probably need to ice my hand, and I’m just sick of talking about him.”

“Let me see.”

“What?” She looks at me, confused.

“Your hand, let me see it.”

She holds it out and I take it in mine, turning it over to see her already bruising knuckles. “First time punching someone?” I rub the tips of my fingers over the top of her hand and she winces.

“Yeah, how could you tell?” she chuckles sarcastically.

“Well, for one, you never close your fist with your thumb on the outside. You can break something. Secondly, you always throw your body into the punch, not your arm.”

“Well, I guess I’ll remember that for next time.”

Over my dead body will she have to punch someone. Again. She shouldn’t have been punching anyone in the first place. “Not that I wasn’t proud of you back there, but this won’t be happening again, Jules. I’ll fight every battle you’ll ever have. I promise you that. And to be honest, the thought of him with you, touching you.” I sigh, then connect eyes. “It makes me want to rip his damn throat out.”

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