Page 37 of Battling Aries

“You’ll kick me?” A smirk plays at the edge of his lips, and I see the way he looks ready to outright laugh.

“Yes, I’ll kick you. I might even punch you.” Okay, I wouldn’t do that. Hitting him would be like hitting a brick wall. It’d hurt me more than him. “Better yet, I’ll find a pair of steel-toed boots then I’ll kick you. At least then it might hurt you.”

Aries grins, drops the loofah, and circles one arm around my waist, his other arm going up until his hand burrows in my wet hair. “Scamp, you aren’t gonna do anything to me.” He chuckles. “Well, there’s plenty you can do to me, baby. You could suck my cock. Ride me so I can watch your tits bounce as I play with them. Could even sit on my face while I fucked you with my tongue.”

“You . . . you . . .” I couldn’t even form a full sentence to retaliate because, if I were honest, I wanted to do all those things.

“Don’t worry, Scamp, you’ll be doing those things later on. Right now, we’re gonna get cleaned up, then join the others.”

I nod and clear my throat, getting back to the subject at hand. “What’s going on? Aries, please just tell me.”

Aries sighs, drops his hand from my hair, and grabs the shampoo. He squirts a bit into his hand before he starts massaging it into my hair. “Had a meet with a man named Izaiah Cordova this morning. He said something about Roger demanding you back and that he’ll do whatever it takes to get you.”

“It’s true,” I confirm, feeling my stomach start to knot up. “He always threatened he’d do whatever it takes to make sure I remained his.”

“Well, that dickhead ain’t getting his hands on you again,” Aries growls, rinsing the soap from my hair.

“We’re gonna put a stop to the bastard. I’ll tell you now, I’m not going to let him live. He’s a dead man walking. I get my hands on him . . .” He pauses, and I watch the way his eyes change. “Fuck me. I’m betting it would work.”

“What’ll work?” I ask cautiously.

Aries grins and dips his head down, brushing his lips against mine. “I’m gonna challenge Roger to a fight of all fights. One last battle that will end the bullshit once and for all.”

I don’t know what that means, but it doesn’t sit well with me. How can Aries challenge Roger to a fight of all fights?

CHAPTER 22

ARIES

I should have thought of this before. It’s a simple damn solution and will work out for everyone involved. Including whoever takes over Roger’s business.

I could think of a few other ways to handle this, but going this route, it would be the easiest way to draw Roger in. I just have to see what the rest of my brothers think about it first.

Getting back to the clubhouse, I’d been nearly out of my mind with all the thoughts racing through it. I didn’t want to think of the possibilities of what could happen to my woman. Or the women who belong to my brothers. Or my brothers.

If something happened to any of them because of Roger’s crazy ass idea that Rory belongs to him, I’ll carry the blame with me for the rest of my life. It’s bad enough that I’ll hold the weight of not reading through the lines of that fucking letter and let Rory get away from me in the first place.

“What do you mean a fight of all fights?” Rory asks, staring at me as I finish dressing after the shower. The two of us had finished showering without her asking anything else or making her little threats.

Fuck me. Those little threats were cute.

I’d like to see her try kicking me. She’ll find herself over my knee with my hand against her ass.

The thought of how she reacted the last time my hand was on her ass filters through my mind. Damn, I sure hope she tries. Let her give me a reason to spank her sweet, perky ass.

She’d been hotter than hell, and having a repeat sounds pretty damn good to me. I’ve already got plans for her ass. What I intend to do to her is going to be even sweeter. Rory might fight me at first, but by the time I’m finished with her, she’ll be begging for every little touch I give her.

“It’s a fight that will be arranged between him and me,” I say, leaving it at that. She doesn’t need to know the logistics of the fight.

Roger doesn’t have a chance in hell against me. He’s a weasel in comparison, and I’ll win the match, and the bastard will be dead. So long as my brothers agree to it. The difference between this time and the last, it’ll just be me verses Roger. Hell, if Izaiah can arrange it for us, we can even make it into his main event. I’m sure there are plenty of people who wouldn’t mind coming out to watch the fucker get what he deserves.

“That doesn’t explain anything other than the fact it’s a fight. How could fighting Roger with your fists do anything other than piss him off even more?”

I turn away from her to pull on my boots as she asks this. I don’t want to answer her, and I don’t intend to. Not right now, at least. We don’t need any more secrets, but she doesn’t need to worry about a death match that might not even happen.

“Scamp.” Straightening, I move to Rory and draw her into my arms. I’ll give her what I can, but I’m not telling her the exact details. I don’t want to see the fear in her eyes. “I’ve got this, baby. When it comes to a fight with Roger, he ain’t gonna leaveit pissed off. That’s if I can even get him to agree to it and the terms.”

“And let me guess, the winner gets me.”

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