Page 62 of One Night with the Biker

“What?”

“Louisiana’s a motherfucker.”

She smiled. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

I’d deal with his fucking ass later. Right now, I drew Ainsley into my arms. I had to tell Razor, Bolt, and Ma Siller about Ainsley’s pregnancy. Hopefully, we all survived the fallout. For Ainsley’s sake, that included her brother.

I wanted to find a moment alone to think. Since I’d talked to my sister this morning, I’d felt like a mean fuckhead. As furious as I was with her, I couldn’t get over my cruelty. But did she know what the fuck she’d done? The position she’d put me in?

Ainsley was too smart to be so fucking naïve, especially toward Nova. Of all the cunts to trust, she’d gone to her with news of her pregnancy. It didn’t matter if Nova fucked the entire Kansas City chapter of the Bastards. Her problem. Her life. Her father wouldn’t come under suspicion. His absolute hatred ofthe Royal Bastards was known far and wide.

Because of recent events, I was a different story.

Sighing, I nodded to the girl they gave me as my assistant to cater to every need I couldn’t handle myself. It was inevitable I give in and listen to the message Ainsley left. When she’d called me back, Kite had been in the room. He’d offered to put the phone on speaker and answer. Even if I hadn’t still been livid, I wouldn’t have allowed that motherfucker to hear our conversation.

Her devastation broke my fucking heart. I glanced away, not wanting the chick to see how affected I was. Every time we settled in a different place, I was given another girl. After the first two, I gave up asking their names. They wouldn’t be with me long and I’d forget them sooner rather than later. This one reminded me a little of Ainsley. She was young, dark-haired, and friendly.

She’d give me pussy just like the woman who’d been waiting for me, but I couldn’t bring myself to touch her.

“Do you need anything else?” the chick asked, setting my phone on the desk in my room.

I shook my head.

A knock sounded on my door before it swung open. Kite’s gaze traveled between my caretaker and me, then he smirked.

“Dinner, Roman.”

“I’ll take it in my room,” I said politely. “As I have been doing the past weeks.” I didn’t want anyone to see how much of an invalid I was. Usually, they honored that. “I’m not that hungry anyway.”

Kite grinned. “Bash wants all of us downstairs, so Boom Boom sent me up to get your ass.”

I wouldn’t get around it, so I nodded curtly and stood. “Put my phone in my pocket,” I said to the girl.

Once she complied, the three of us walked to the staircase and made our way down. Scorpion cutouts interspersed with American flags covered the walls in the main room. A curved bar was situated near the stage with a pole in the middle.

It was crowded, mostly with American Scorpions. Kite guided me to where four tables were put together to create one long table. Kite sat in the empty chair to the left of a motherfucker with pale green eyes, a bald head decorated with tattoos, and a face that had seen better days.

“Did I tell you to sit there?” he asked Kite.

A black dude walked up to the table. Motherfucker was huge, taller than my six feet three inches and acted as if he owned the place, even though we had the same rank—Enforcer.

“I’d hate for Cleaner to remind you of the error of disobeying me.”

Cleaner the Enforcer. Interesting road name.

Kite scowled, but glared at Bash, according to his patch, and got to his feet.

“Roman is better on this side of the table,” Boom Boom said. He nodded to my arms. “He needs help and that cunt you lent us has to sit next to him, so Kite should stay right where he is.”

Bash sniffed, dragged on his cigarette, and smiled as he released the smoke. “Cleaner.”

The girl’s panic registered a moment before Cleaner shot the fuck out of her.

“Now, she’s not a problem,” Bash said calmly. He crooked his finger at me. “Get over here and sit.”

Unable to believe he’d just shot an innocent woman, I gaped at the motherfucker.

“You heard him, Roman,” Boom Boom ordered, a touch of panic in his voice.

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