Page 26 of Taming the Demon

Darrow turned his head. “What’s your issue,VP? Got a fetish for watching women piss? Huh? Don’t you have an old lady for that?”

“Motherfucker,” Linc growled.

He punched a beer bottle right off the bar and raced toward Darrow. Cyrus snapped his fingers and pointed at Slade.

“Christ,” Slade whispered to himself.

These were the bullshit situations that Priest took care of. Slade planted his feet and grabbed Linc by his leather cut.

“I’m going to kill him,” Linc growled.

“No, you’re not, Linc,” Slade replied. “You’re going to get control of yourself. This has to play out. Time and place for everything. You two want to go at it? We’ll make it happen at some point. Just not right now.”

Darrow respected Linc’s anger. He sensed something was way off here. And at the end of the day, ink or not, fakepregnancy or not, Mara was Fitz’s old lady. His wife. The one with a rat.

“Get her some water,” Linc said with a head nod. “Lots of fucking water. Fill that bladder right up.”

Darrow’s jaw flexed. The clubhouse door swung open and Virus stepped in.

“Cyrus,” Virus’s voice boomed. “Cameras…”

All eyes went to the security cameras that watched over the lot and the gates.

“Fuck,” Cyrus said. “I need bodies outside. Now.”

Darrow touched Mara’s back and leaned down. “Don’t fucking move.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do at a bar I’ve sat at for years, Darrow,” Mara said. “I’m not your old lady. I’m not your toy.”

“The fuck you aren’t, babe,” Darrow growled. “I’ve wanted you for years, Mara. But in this setting, in this fucking clubhouse, you think you’re protected now? You’re not. You’re not wearing any ink, babe.”

“But I’m carrying your baby…”

Darrow gritted his teeth again. Harder than ever. For a long time he wanted Mara. Oh, he fucking wanted her. He saw her sad eyes and fantasized about her being in trouble… and she was in trouble. She was in a lot of trouble. But damn did she have attitude.

Damn did that attitude turn Darrow on.

Darrow walked away from Mara because he wanted to scream at her, ram his cock down her throat like he did earlier, and then fuck her harder than ever…

As soon as Darrow went outside, he froze in place, his outlaw mind shifting gears faster than if he was running from the police out onDeath Hart Curve. He took a deep breath. He reminded himself where his gun was and where his knife was. You never knew in this life when you’d need them.

Especially when the Russian mafia showed up unexpectedly.

Chapter Eleven

Touch of the Flu

Three black cars lined themselves up sideways. The windows totally blacked out. Cyrus stood at the front of his men, but deep down inside he really hated not having Priest to his right. Priest wasn’t just insane and afraid of literally nothing. Priest was smart. He could read a scene, read people and know what to do.

Not that Cyrus didn’t trust any of the other outlaws. Things were different now. He kept a mental card in his head, taking notes.

Linc and Nova, for example. Fuck, look at Slade and Nelle. In fact, Nelle was the reason the mafia showed up in the first place. The mafia wanted Nelle. They killed her other two sisters out of revenge for something their father did. Now all that shit was settled and put behind them.

Slade stood to Cyrus’s right.

“You good?” Cyrus asked.

“It’s all good,Prez,” Slade said. “Nothing to worry about. I’m here for you. For the club. I’ll take a bullet for you, brother.”

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