Page 39 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“I didn’t mean for any of that to happen,” he says. “How long are you gonna keep punishing me for it?”

“Calvin, you abused me, verbally and physically. You waved your gun around and almost hurt Kyra!” I snap. “You have no business being anywhere near me. The restraining order is still in effect.”

“Robyn, please!” he cries out, tearing up. “I’m sorry, okay? I’ve missed you. I’ve missed our baby too. I’ll bet she’s growing up so beautiful and smart just like her mother. I’m a piece of shit, okay? I’ll admit it. I was a bad apple. I made terrible decisions, and I hurt you both in the process. I’ll own it. But don’t shut me out of your lives. Please. I’m a different man now. And the state saw fit to let me out on parole. I’ve been on my best behavior.”

“I don’t care about any of that,” I reply, inwardly shaking. “And I will never forgive, nor will I ever forget how we got to this point. I don’t want you anywhere near us. If I see you again, I will call the police. I’m pretty sure that would be a violation of your parole.”

He comes closer, puppy dog eyes fully activated. “Baby, please, I just wanna hold you. I’ve missed you so much.”

“Calling 911 right now,” I shoot back and take my phone out.

In the blink of an eye, he transforms into something else. Something I instantly recognize as he slaps the phone out of my hand. It lands on the pavement. The screen is visibly cracked. “Calvin!”

“For once, I’d love it if you would just listen to me,” he says, gritting his teeth. “All I want is a moment with you. Just the two of us, like we used to be.”

“You hit me,” I remind him.

“Well, you’re not making it any easier,” he replies, then takes another step forward. “Robyn, I’ve been around for a month now. I know what you’re up to, who you’re keeping company with. The whole town’s gossiping about the Rogue Riders who keep your bed warm at night. Where is our daughter while you’re playing the club whore?”

“How dare you?” I gasp, the outrage burning through me with the fire of a thousand suns.

“How dare I? How dare you shack up with the very people who put me in prison, who threw me out on the street?”

I shake my head in dismay. “You put yourself in prison the minute you killed an innocent man. You claim you’ve changed, yet you still can’t take any accountability for what you did. And now, you have the audacity to, what, accuse me of being an unfit mother? Are you for fucking real?”

“I’m not accusing you. I’m just laying out the facts.”

“You’ve done quite the 180 here, Calvin. You missed me, you want to be with me, and now you’re calling me a whore while you’re still in breach of a restraining order.” I point at my broken phone. “Then there’s that. I’m pretty sure that qualifies as assault or destruction of property at the very least.” I raise my voice for good measure, watching his eyes widen with shock. “Is this how you want to do things?”

“Are you out of your fucking mind? I’m just trying to talk to you,” he hisses. “You’re the one making civil discourse impossible.”

“You need to get the hell away from me. I don’t want to see you ever again. Kyra doesn’t even know who you are. You don’t belong anywhere near us.”

“Robyn, for fuck’s sake, come on, let’s go somewhere more private and talk about it.”

Before I can object, he grabs me by the wrist, and I’m about to scream when the rumbling sound of an engine gets louder and louder. A light falls upon us, getting brighter. We both look over and see the Harley coming.

Everything happens so fast that I don’t even register the movements until it’s too late.

Jagger pulls over with a screech. He leaves the engine running as he jumps off his bike.

In the blink of an eye, he pounces on Calvin.

“Jag, wait, hold on!” Calvin tries to stop him, but Jagger’s left hook clocks him just right.

He falls to the ground, cursing under his breath, his nose spurting blood while I jump back, barely able to breathe or register what’s happening.

“Are you okay?” Jagger’s voice breaks through the deafening hum filling my head.

I blink a few times and look at him. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

All I can do is nod slowly. “Yeah.”

“What the fuck are you doing, Calvin?” Jagger shifts his focus back to my ex-husband, who gets up with a wobble, wiping his bloodied nose with the back of his jacket sleeve. “I thought you knew the drill already. There’s a restraining order out against you where Robyn and Kyra are concerned. And there’s a club made of more than a hundred people itching to bash your fucking brains in if you get anywhere near them. So, what the fuck are you doing?”

“You need to mind your own fucking business,” Calvin snarls. “This doesn’t concern you.”

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