Page 154 of Gunner

“That’s right, bitches do as they’re told,” I fired back.

“Oh fuck, cat fight,” someone else called out.

Her face turned red in anger, and her hands fisted at her side. I blamed the alcohol for the lack of reflexes. But when her hand shot out and slapped across my face, I sobered up real quick.

I grabbed her hair with my left hand and punched her with my right. Her hands went to her nose as blood spurted out. She pulled her hand away and looked at the blood. Her eyes lifted to mine, and she reached out and scratched my face.

It all happened so fast. The guys moved as quickly as they could. They just weren’t quick enough. In a matter of seconds, we were both bleeding.

“Ok, Ronda, time to go home.” Gunner laughed.

“Who the fuck is Ronda?” I asked, confused.

“Ronda Rousey? That’s quite a right hook you have.”

“Don’t you forget it.”

His chuckle sounded more like gravel as he rumbled under my hands. “I am so fucking hard right now. We’re going to the clubhouse tonight.”

“Why?”

“Because your place is too fucking far. I need to bury my cock in your tight little pussy before I blow.”

Gunner hefted me over his shoulder and carried me out of the bar amidst clapping and cheers. I wasn’t sure what happened to Penny, and I didn’t really care right now. By tomorrow, there would be no question. Word would spread quickly that Gunner was mine, and I would cut a bitch who tried to step between us.

Everyone spilled out of the bar, heading to their vehicles. Aspen trailed behind us, seeing as she had ridden with us to the bar. Gunner set me down by his truck and opened my door. Aspen reached for the handle and Banshee took her arm and pulled her away.

“You’re with me, baby girl.” He led her to his bike, and they argued for a moment before he put his helmet on her head and swung his leg over the bike. Holding his hand out, he waited for her to take it so he could help her mount behind him.

She crossed her arms over her chest, making no move to climb on.

“Get on the fucking bike, Aspen.”

“Is she ok with him?” I whispered to Gunner.

He had been watching the exchange with me.

“Yea,” he said absently, but I wasn’t convinced. I liked Banshee. He was great with the kids. They loved trying to make him scream, so he always pretended to be scared when they snuck up on him. But right now, I was seeing a side of him Ihadn’t seen in my limited time at the clubhouse, and I needed to remind myself that I didn’t really know these men yet.

When I stepped down from the truck and tried to walk over there, Gunner caught me.

“I promise, she’s safe. He would never hurt her.”

“Why is he angry?”

“I’m not sure.”

We watched as the two of them stared each other down until he stood up and swung his leg back over the bike. When he moved to pick her up, Tank stepped between them.

“Gunner, what’s going on?”

“Hang on, baby.” He walked over to where Tank and Banshee were toe to toe, muttering in low tones I couldn’t hear from where I was.

Aspen reached over and touched Tank’s arm. She shook her head, then turned to Banshee. I wasn’t sure what she said, but he shook his head and she removed the helmet, handing it back to him. Gunner led her back to the truck.

“Are you ok? What happened?” I asked her, taking her hands in mine. Her eyes were glassy like she was trying not to cry.

“Just a misunderstanding.”

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