Page 42 of Outcast

Damen whispered in Leo's ear but Leo didn't want tohear it. He kept trying to shake Damen off. Leo was going to make a scene and I wanted Matías gone.

"Javier would want him here," Ricco said next to me. Some of the men in the crowd chimed in.

The tops of my ears burned as I glanced from Rita to Matías. Had she even been aware that I'd stood in the door as they'd fucked on the dirty counter? That's how the Dirty Dogs treated their pussy, not their wives and daughters.

I couldn't look at Rita anymore so I focused all my attention on the asshole I wished I could fuck up. Andre and Grey pulled themselves up, gearing for a fight. I wouldn't give them one. Not the kind they were after.

"Would he want a man here that treated his daughter like a whore?" I raised my voice so every fucking one in the crowd would hear me.

The tension was already high. When my question fully penetrated, they erupted into chaos. Men knocked into Andre and Grey. Joel, the third in command, tried to dive for Matías but Grey punched his shoulder, forcing him back and away from Matías.

Ricco placed two fingers in his mouth and gave a sharp whistle as Rita ran for Matías.

Fuck that.

I stuck my arm out to stop her in her tracks. Rita hit my arm and cut her eyes at me.

"What the hell are you doing, Esteban?" Sheallowedme to stop her. Her chest pushed against my arm lightly. Enough that to anyone else, she'd appear to be trying to get by me. If she really wanted that, she would already be at Matías’ feet right now.

A smile threatened to break free. She had second thoughts, and I'd given her a chance to think about what she was doing.

Turning away from Matías, I caught her hips and pulled her toward me. "What are you doing?" I kept my voice low. The chaos reigning around us was enough to hide my words. "You fucked him on a sticky counter. He doesn't care about you. Not like you want him to."

Her eyes fluttered shut and the pain on her face hit me square in the chest. "I know."

Jesus Christ, that hurt.

"Get your hands off of her!" Matías had broken free of his brothers and the crowd. He grabbed my shoulder. I ducked half a second before his fist would have connected with my face.

For the first time tonight, pleasure shot through me. I couldn't wait to get my hands on this motherfucker.

Dropping the vest and letting go of Rita, I planted my shoulder in Matías’ stomach and tackled him to the ground. I got one punch to his face. The sound of my fist hitting flesh did wonders to replace the sounds echoing from that back room.

Matías caught me under the chin and my head snapped back.

Shit. I let myself get distracted and he caught me off guard enough that he flipped me. It didn't last long before I got him on his back again. We were a tangled mess of arms, legs, punches, and jabs.

It felt just as good to take the hits as it did to deliver them.

Then I was lifted off of him, one Dirty Dog on each arm.

"Stay the fuck away from her," Matías growled, blood tricking from his nose and lips.

I licked the blood off my teeth and grinned. "Yeah? What are you going to do about it? Run off again? It will just make it that much easier for her to forget you ever existed."

He nearly vibrated with rage and his face twisted up.

"Just leave." Rita stepped between us, keeping her back to me and facing him.

"Rita," he said quietly, almost beseeching.

"Don't. Just. Don't." She sucked in a deep breath. "Esteban is right. This is Dirty Dog business and you and your brothers, no matter how much I like them, don't belong here."

Matías opened his mouth but Andre slapped his shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"Fine." He straightened his torn shirt. That was his first rookie mistake. He should have known from years of coming around Javier and the club that you don't wear a suit to a Dirty Dogs event, not even a funeral.

We were bikers, for God’s sake.

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