Page 90 of Savage Heart

Amelia screamed, dropping to the floor, cupping her battered pussy—and not battered in a good way, either.

His mouth hanging open, Trouble slowly made his way to Liz, who was panting and glaring down at a writhing Amelia, her hands planted on her hips.

“Tessa told me you were the one who warned Trouble about the Russians at the clinic, so for that, I’m grateful, but that’s where my motherfucking mercy ends.”

With a quick glance at Saint, Trouble saw him leading Erika into the kitchen and away from the throwdown happening by the door.

“You actually might have saved my life,” Liz continued, “so I’m not going to remove your diseased pussy with a rusty ice cream scoop and dirty pliers.”

The room filled with pained groans.

Amelia whimpered, her teary eyes pleading with Trouble. He shrugged; she brought this on herself.

“I know for a fact you were banned from club property for thirty days, and unless you can’t count, you have no reason to be here,” Liz drawled, making Tessa chuckle.

Sobbing, Amelia blubbered, “I was worried about Trouble; I love him.”

Liz snorted, shaking her head. She didn’t even bother looking at Trouble for confirmation; she knew to whom Trouble’s heart belonged, and it wasn’t to the woman bawling on the floor.

Odin came to stand beside Trouble, taking in the scene before him.

Grunting, Odin signaled Toke, who had door duty, to help Amelia to her feet.

“Amelia, you know our laws, you know that when one of the officers speaks, his wordislaw, so you coming here, breakingthat law….” Odin tsked. “You are hereby officially banned from the Savage Raiders MC—permanently.”

Amelia screamed, her sobbing uncontrollable. “No! Please! I just wanted to check on my boyfriend. I shouldn’t be the one getting banned—” She swung her venomous gaze toward Liz. Raising a slender, claw-tipped finger, she hissed, “She should be banned for putting the club VP in danger!”

Tessa snorted. “Bitch, if we banned every woman who put a club brother in danger, there wouldn’t be a piece of ass in this place.”

Fang, coming up behind his woman, wrapped his arm around her waist. “And I wouldn’t havemi fuega, Odin wouldn’t have his beautiful family, and Hawk wouldn’t have his fairy woman,” he said, tipping his chin to where Hawk and Fae were mouth fucking by the bar. Fang chuckled. “What you don’t get,bruja, is that we brothers would die for our women, because that’s what we’re meant to do.”

Amelia huffed. “She isn’t his woman,” she snapped, which made Liz roll her eyes.

“You cannot be that dumb! He loves me, I love him, we have a kid together, we live together, and I just claimed him publicly by putting you in your place—we are a couple; I am his woman, he is my man. End. Of.”

Amelia sneered at Liz, then looked at Trouble with beseeching eyes.

To answer her silent question, he walked to Liz, slid an arm around her waist, and kissed her temple. God, he loved hearing her claim him, her admitting his claim over her…and…she loved him.

He’d fucking get back to that later.

“Get gone, Amelia, and don’t come back,” Odin commanded.

Amelia, seeing that she’d been defeated, squared her shoulders, lifted her chin, and turned to saunter from the clubhouse.

“Toke, make sure she gets off the property,” Trouble ordered, then pulled Liz into his chest.

Hard as fuck after that display, he took her mouth, devouring her with a need so voracious, his mouth watered.

“Get a room!” Hound shouted, making the room fill with laughter. “Matter of fact, take your woman and kid home. I’m thinking you guys need some family time.”

You didn’t have to tell them twice.

Liz held her breath, scared of missing a single moment, her tear-filled eyes pinned to the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen…right next to her in the bed.

Next to her, Erika slept curled up against her father, who was dead asleep with his thick, strong arms wrapped around his little girl. They were snuggled up like they couldn’t get close enough. In that moment, Trouble looked…at peace; the creases usually around his eyes weren’t there, the hardness from his usual badass expression was missing, and his body was lacking the tension of carrying the burden of the world on his shoulders.

Understandably, while Erika had no idea what had happened, she’d felt the tension in the air at the clubhouse, and she’d wanted the closeness and comfort of her parents.

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