Page 21 of Craving the Bad Boy

What the fuck happened?

“Where did she go, George?” I manage to hiss through my teeth.

He’s gripping my wrist now with both hands to keep his balance. “I don’t know, Saxon. She didn’t say. But if you wanna catch her–”

A growl boils up from my chest, and my free hand curls into a first. I’mthisclose from shattering his jaw, but what’s the point? What good would that do? It’s not George’s fault I stuck my dick in crazy and never cleaned it up before giving my love to Tammy.

No. This is all on Roxy.

And she will pay.

But right now, I have to find Tammy and fix this.

I drop George, spin on my heels, and storm out of the bar, my heart ready to explode as I throw my leg over my bike and gun it to life. The engine roars between my legs, quaking hot and heavy as I tear through the streets. I don’t know where Tammy is right now, but I know where Roxy is.

The clubhouse.

And if I’m gonna get my girl back, then I can’t be going in blind.

It should take me five minutes to get there, but the way I’m driving, I make it in less than three. I hop off the bike and snap at one of the recruits, Palmer, to kill the engine for me. There’s no time to waste. I’m striding inside, chest heaving, ready to explode.

The place is half full, with some of the guys playing pool and others drinking and chatting it up. Roxy stands out like a fox in a henhouse, leaning over the bar like she’s begging to get fucked, sipping a beer like she just got her lips done. When she sees me striding in her direction, her lips twist and her eyes narrow in a knowing smile. Almost amused.

“Trouble in paradise, big boy?” she practically meows, twisting a lock of her hair around her painted nail.

I don’t even answer. I just snatch her fucking phone right out of her hand, causing her to jump back and yelp. “Saxon, what the fuck–?”

I twist the screen to her, opening it with facial recognition, then glance down at what she’s got open. What I see nearly stops my heart.

The dumb bitch didn’t even close them. Clearly doctored photos and texts meant to make it look like I was screwing Roxy behind Tammy’s back. Christ, there’s even one of me and Roxy at the lake.

“Thelake?”I snarl, wanting to smash something and feel the pain in my fist. “Are you fucking kidding me, Roxy?”

She shrugs and takes a defiant sip of her beer. “What? I always asked you to take me and you never did. Now it’s like we really went.”

I can barely see straight through my wall of anger. “This isn’t even the lake, Roxy,” I snap. “What is this shit? You use AI to make these?”

I check the texts. They’re clearly doctored. The time stamps don’t even match up. It’s like a collection of lies, screaming at me from the screen.

And Tammy saw all of this…

“You lying little bitch,” I growl. “Did you seriously think I wouldn’t figure this out?”

Again, she just shrugs, fueling the fire of rage building inside of me. “Doesn’t matter. Those weren’t for you, Saxon. They were for her. And she’s long gone by now.”

My anger forces my eyes closed as I fight to retain control. I inhale a deep breath, fighting to get my heart rate down.

“You really think I’m gonnaeverget back with you, Roxy?”

“She wasn’t right for you,” she hisses back. “Saxon Briggs, settling down? We both know that’s never gonna happen.”

I open my eyes and take a step toward her, and for the first time since she showed up at my apartment, I see a flicker of uncertainty behind her venomous façade.

“You stay away from Tammy,” I say slowly, staring into her eyes. “You ever pull anything like this again, Roxy, and you’ll regret it.”

She laughs, but I can tell it’s forced. “Pull anything like what? She’s gone, Saxon!”

On my way to the door, I point at Slate and shout, “And I thought I told you toneverlet her back in here again?”

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