Page 22 of Romeo

“She ain’t for you, brother.”

Should he be offended? He felt like he should be fucking offended. Time to do a clap-back. “Wouldn’t blame you if you’re savin’ that sweet, young thing for yourself.”

He knew that wasn’t true. He’d witnessed the connection the Fury president had with his ol’ lady. That man didn’t have eyes for anyone other than Stella, his wife and mother of his two sons.

Some bikers he knew might not be loyal, but Trip wasn’t one of them.

Sucker.

“Gonna end this conversation now. If we don’t, it could fuck up our clubs’ alliance.”

“How would it get fucked up?”

“When you do.”

Damn.“Why the fuck would I get fucked up?” This conversation was not going as planned.

“By tryin’ to get with our girl.”

“Your girl,” Romeo murmured into the phone.

“Wears our colors. Under our protection.”

“When I ran into her last night, she wasn’t wearin’ anyone’s colors.” Fact.

“Then, you’re fuckin’ blind.”

“Could see her just fine.” And how fine she looked.

“Pretend you can’t.”

For fuck’s sake.He was hoping Trip would tell him to look after Maddie, not stay away from her. That kind of put a kink in his plan.

“Look, was reachin’ out ‘cause our clubs are supposed to have each other’s backs. Had no fuckin’ clue she was livin’ down here. If you didn’t wanna tell me, you shoulda shared that info with Magnum, at least.”

“Magnum knew.”

Hold up…

“Told him not to tell you.”

Now Romeo’s blood pressure was spiking. “Why?”

“‘Cause you got a reputation,Romeo. No, ain’t a fuckin’ reputation, it’s reality. You stick your dick into anything. But let me clue you in… Ain’t gonna be stickin’ it in her.”

Romeo muttered, “Such goddamn disrespect.”

“Am I wrong? Think it didn’t go unnoticed when youwere sniffin’ ‘round her every damn time we had a gatherin’ you were at? Think we didn’t hear those inquiries about her whereabouts when she wasn’t there?”

Shit.Had it been that obvious? He thought he’d been slick about it.

“Think we don’t know how you earned your goddamn road name?”

Romeo was batting a thousand here.

“Not hearin’ your answers,” Trip prodded.

Because Romeo didn’t have any.

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