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Creed laughed. “Go use my room then. You don’t have to leave. The night just started.”

Ox, set on his plan of taking me home, kept plowing toward the front door. Tossing it open, he strode out into the dim parking lot as I dangled from his shoulder. As we drew closer to the truck, he came to a sudden stop, quickly lowering me to the ground. His mood went from lover, to fighter, in a matter of a second.

“Going somewhere, Ox?” an unfamiliar voice asked, as I turned to see what was going on. In front of us were six bikers from the Watchmen MC, circling us and our truck.

Ox

I shouldn’t have droppedmy guard. But the woman in my arms was so damn addictive, I couldn’t help but lose myself in her presence every time we were together.

All I wanted to do was gorge on her lips and pussy. My dick was painfully hard all the time since we’d met, and was begging like a convict for release. I needed a taste. At least to come ahandful of times to purge her from my system. But even though I’d convinced myself that would be enough, I knew better. Once, twice, or a thousand times, I’d never get my fill of this hot woman in my arms. There was no denying it. I was hooked.

As I approached my truck, ready to drive like a maniac back to her apartment, strip her naked, and dive inside that hot as hell cunt of hers, I saw them. Watchmen scum gathered like hyenas around our ride.

“Going somewhere, Ox?” Snake, the Watchmen VP, asked then.

I carefully set Kayla down onto the ground in case she needed to run. Silently counting the men before responding, as I wanted to know my odds before these assholes jumped me, a sneer settled onto my lips

“None of your fucking business, Snake,” I retorted, hating the VP almost as much as his president. He was a scrawny thing with muddy brown eyes, thinning hair, and a heroin addict’s build.

“Oh, but it is our business, Ox,” Snake returned, as he drilled his fist into his open hand. As he did, I saw the glint of gold and realized he was wearing brass knuckles.

Of course these assholes wouldn’t fight fair. Even with half a dozen men, they weren’t sure they could beat me and wanted to tip the odds in their favor. Typical Watchmen scum behavior.

“How do you figure?” I posed, feeling Kayla sober up in an instant when she realized it wasn’t DiamondBack Brothers that were surrounding us now.

“That girl you’ve been dry humping all night belongs to our Brother Ghost. And while I might not mind sharing a woman who looks like that,” he said, licking his lips as he gave Kayla a once over that made my fists bunch in anger, “our Road Master isn’t so charitable. He wants her for himself. And Ghost doesn’t like being denied what he wants.”

Widening my stance, I blocked Kayla from the man with the width of my body. “You and I both know your Brother Ghost is a fucking lunatic, Snake. Kayla never even dated him. He’s her stalker, not her Old Man. She belongs to me and the Devil’s Riders now. And if you and your Club continue to push the matter,” I threatened, my gaze meeting each one of the losers in this little rag tag army of his, “Me and my Brothers are going to see your Club burned to the ground.”

Snake smiled like his namesake. “Is that so?”

“It is,” I returned, not an ounce of hesitation in my tone.

The Watchmen VP tried another tack then. “If you know what’s best for you, Kayla, you’ll come with me now. Ghost doesn’t like it when his girls disobey him. You don’t want to see Ox get hurt, do you?”

Kayla’s pretty brown eyes brimmed with tears and her lips began to tremble. “I don’t want any trouble,” she whispered, peeking around my chest.

“Then come with us, Babe. We’ll take you to Ghost. He’s waiting for you. And the longer you make him wait, the harder he’s going to be on that pretty little ass of yours.”

His disgusting manipulation tactic turned my stomach. But what did you expect from a guy who’s road name was Snake?

Pushing Kayla behind me once more, I shook my head. “Not going to happen, asshole. Kayla’s my Old Lady now. She ain’t going anywhere with you or your Club. You’ll have to kill me first.”

Snake smiled when Kayla whimpered. His minions, sensing victory, closed in around him, the glint of metal wrapped around their fingers too. Fucking cowards. Each and every one of them.

Bracing myself for a fight, I said, “You think you can take me, old man? Even with those pathetic brass knuckles of yours, I could beat your ass into unconsciousness before you ever lay a single finger on me.”

“I don’t plan on fighting you, Ox. Not unless your girl wants that?” he baited, trying again to guilt Kayla into submission.

“I don’t want anyone to fight,” Kayla spoke, a quiver in her voice.

“Then you better come with us, Babe. Daddy wants you home and he won’t be denied,” he spoke with a sickening level of sadistic pleasure.

That was it. I was going to make sure every one of these sick sons of bitches were beaten raw and bloody before the end of this night. If they begged nicely, I might let one of them live so they could tell the tale to their scumbag buddies. But the rest were worm food.

I was about to shout for Kayla to run, when I looked over my shoulder and saw Creed, Rock, and King walking our way.

“What’s going on out here?” Creed shouted, his usually smiling face taking on the look of a man ready, and willing, to fight. In fact, he appeared damn near excited for it.

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