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I throw my head back on a roar as turn away from the video and punch my hand against the metal table over and over again until there's a dent and a stain from my bloody knuckles.

The boys don't even attempt to get me under control. There's no way for me to get under control at this moment. I can't evenbother to listen to any more of the conversation that they might have had.

The next thing I know Spike is tapping me on the shoulder and letting me know that she and Phoenix are on their way out. They are going to drive down a little bit of the way before Phoenix is going to let her out of the car and into our van. By the time we get to the meetup point, I feel like I've broken both of my hands and the ringing in my ears is barely died down.

"Leo?" Nisa calls for me when she's finally back in the van with us but I can't force myself to look in her direction. All I can think about is Marc's hands on her. The way he groaned.

I wonder if she liked it. Did she want him to touch her, touch her the same way I did?

I shoot a glance in her direction but I don't say a word. I can't. My body aches in a way I've never felt before. I'm not sure what to do about it but I know if I don't get myself under control soon I'm not going to be able to and whatever trust I have for Nisa is going to be worth shit.

"Leo, it's over bro," Spike says getting close to me.

My head snaps in his direction and I push him away from me. I don't need anyone to tell me that she's standing right in front of me. I see her but I also can't stop the images of that fuck touching her from assaulting me every time I blink.

She's mine.

I've waited so fucking long to make her mine, the thought of someone else even getting close to her is driving me insane.

I want to wait. Want to make it perfect for her, but maybe making it perfect is a pipe dream.

If she needs someone to touch her, it's going to be me.

CHAPTER 27

THE CURE

Leo

Twenty minutes later, we're back in the clubhouse, and I've yet to say a word to Nisa. She's tried on several instances to get me to break out of the shell I've erected around myself, but what she doesn't realize is I'm this closed off not only for my benefit but for hers.

I'm going to say or do something I can't take back. Instead of waiting down here in the main area with the group of us, she just walks off toward my bedroom and slams the door. I can deal with her angry, I can't deal with her touching another man.

"Now you see what you're dealing with." Phoenix starts talking before I even have a chance to gather my thoughts.

I'm not interested in the guns or the drugs I saw on the video, not interested in the fact that Marc seems to have no fear for myself or the club. What I'm interested in is the fact that Phoenix let that motherfucker touch her.

I train my eyes on him and beeline straight for him. He may not know what's coming, but the rest of the boys do.

"Leo, wait. Hold up!" Spike calls for me, putting his hands up and trying to get in my way. I skirt around him, beelining straight for Phoenix.

The poor bastard doesn't even have a chance to defend himself. I grab hold of his collar and deliver four blows to his face in quick succession.

Arms pull me away, and Phoenix drops to the ground.

"What the fuck is your problem!" Phoenix roars at me and tries to hop back up on his feet. His legs wobble in the process.

"Stand the fuck down." Tella draws his weapon and points it directly into the outsider's face.

"No, fuck that, I don't know what the hell kind of relationship you assholes have with this motherfucker, but I'm not going to just let someone beat on me without an explanation. We can scrap if that's what we're about to do." Phoenix balls his fists and tries to take another step in my direction.

"What kind of relationship? Let me tell you," Rumble answers and steps between his brother and me. "We got the kind of relationship that means I'll put a bullet in your head if you even think about coming against my president. Tension is high right now, and I promise you this isn't a fight you want. You'll lose."

Phoenix glares at his brother for a moment before looking over at me. "What the fuck is the problem?" He asks, still upset, but at least now he's not trying to charge me.

I can't say the same about myself. My brothers are the only thing holding me back from putting my fist through this motherfucker's face again.

"The problem?! You said you fucking had her!! You said she'd be okay with you in there with her, yet I witnessed Marc put his filthy fucking hands on her. He kissed my woman, and you stood by and watched like it was a motion picture." I roared at him, and his mouth dropped.

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