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She steps back, looks at me and says, “Move back, honey, this is about to get ugly.”

I do as she says, my dick painfully hard as I watch my girl in action. She turns suddenly and roundhouse kicks him in the head, knocking his head almost clean off his shoulders. I hear ‘ow’ and ‘fuck’ all around as the boys watch her beat him.

He’s so dazed, he doesn’t even answer. She follows it with a slap, because that’s way more humiliating than a punch.

“Now that was me being nice, Dave. You really don’t want to see me mad now, do you?”

“Fuck no,” I hear Haze chuckle.

“She’s got my vote,” Harlem adds.

“I’ve been meaning to get myself a punching bag.” She slides on a knuckle duster and I know this ain’t gonna tickle. She punches him in the ribs once, twice, three times… until I hear a loud crack and Dave screams and shouts so loud that I put the gag back into his mouth so my baby can continue in relative peace. “And now I realize I don’t have to.” She backhands him so the knuckle dusters slide into the side of his nose and it immediately starts bleeding.

“Well, fuck.” Tag moves closer, his interest piqued. “Might have to get you to teach my ol’ lady some self-defense. Not that she needs any more excuse to beat my ass.”

Everyone chuckles.

Star turns. “I’ve always thought about opening my own studio. Help women protect themselves against assholes like this.”

I move toward her, grab her by the face and kiss her hard before moving my mouth to her ear. “You doin’ me proud, baby. You like makin’ your old man happy?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “I’d also like to remind you what I can do if you step out of line.”

Barks of laughter ring out as I nip her on the ass but kiss the top of her head at the same time. “Stop bein’ a bitch and finish him.”

Dave’s eyes grow wide, his blood-stained face a testament to everything he deserves. He tries to protest, and it’s a pity we have to leave him alive.

Star raises her arm back as if to punch him in the face, but she stops as he tries to speak.

I pull his gag down. “You were sayin’?”

“One of the trucks was intercepted in Texas.” His gasping and sputtering doesn't help but we let him continue. “Skeletons’ job was to keep local MCs away so we could find it. They suspect the Stiletto Riders…”

Star looks at me for a brief second and I shrug. “Who?” She shakes him.

“Stiletto Riders… they’re… they…” He’s gasping for air now. It won’t be a pity if he dies, but if he has a goddamn heart attack, we won’t help him. This man is as low as they come.

“They’re an all-women’s MC in Saddle, Texas,” Brew finishes.

We all turn to him.

“Wait, I thought they were just an urban legend?” Harlem scratches his head.

There are plenty of women MCs all around the country. Most are charity organizations or women who get together to appreciate Harleys, nothing too hardcore. I try to think if I’ve heard that name before.

“Nope, they exist.” Haze’s gaze falls on his brother. “But we didn’t know they had anythin’ to do with this.”

Brew shakes his head. “I didn’t either. Only learned about Texas this mornin’, and we didn’t know if this asshole was full of shit.”

“I swear to God I’m tellin’ the truth! Ask Bane Adler… He knows D— Diamond… the club’s prez.”

I kick his shin. “What does she or the club have to do with this?”

Dave grimaces, clearly not happy about telling us this part. He doesn't seem to understand that he’s a dead man already. Nothing he says now will save him from his fate.

“Rumor has it they have some of the girls at their compound.” He winces in pain. “Took them in, housed them… Some of the girls were… pretty fucked up…”

This lands him another blow to the guts and he doubles over, practically crying.

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