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Ice’s woman opened her mouth to protest but quickly clamped it shut again when Iceman’s furious stare landed on her.

Ice snorted. “Nah. You just wanted to get your dick wet withanotherbitch who’s not your wife. You’re a fuckin’ disgrace.” His eyes lifted to Marney, and he spat, “Get the fuck out.”

“But Jacob—” she wailed pleadingly.

Iceman slashed a hand through the air, cutting her off. “You made your choice. Go.”

“He forced me,” she protested, glaring down at Fletcher, whose neck twisted toward her, his expression turning incredulous.

“I’d believe that if I hadn’t stood outside his room listening to you beg him to fuck you harder,” Ice threw back. “He may be a joke of a human being, but you weren’t fighting him off. If you had, he’d be dead now.”

“Bitch was desperate for it,” Fletch muttered from the ground. “Been chancing her hand for weeks.”

“And you just had to give her what she wanted, huh?” Ice demanded. “Fuck brotherhood and fuck loyalty. It’s all about you and gettin’ your dick serviced.”

Fletch clumsily maneuvered to his feet, dusting himself down as he stood to his full height. “Can get my dick serviced anytime I want. Did you a favor. If it wasn’t me, it would’ve been some other fucker she tried her shit with. Saw you getting serious about her, so I gave her what she’d been tryin’ for since the first day you brought her around. Couldn’t let you take a chance on a bitch who doesn’t deserve it.”

I caught Dad’s knowing glance at the same time as mutters of agreement rippled through the crowd of onlookers.

Fletch had gone about it completely wrong, but in his own fucked-up way, he thought he was looking out for Iceman. It was crazy, but maybe there was some weird-assed logic in there somewhere if you looked hard enough.

Many of us had noticed Marney trying to get friendly with a few of the brothers whenever Ice’s back was turned. We’d tried to warn him, but he waved it off by saying she was a friendly chick and she just wanted to make a good impression on the club. However, if the gleam in her eye while she flirted with the men was anything to go by, she was after a lot more than friendship.

I got what Fletcher was saying; I just couldn’t get on board with how he’d gone about proving his point. Add on the fact he was married with kids, and I could’ve fucking throttled the asshole. More drama was the last thing I needed after the scene back at the warehouse, but I held the gavel, so it was my responsibility to get these fuckers back on the right footing.

My head swiveled toward Marney. “You heard the man, sweetheart. It’s time for you to go.”

Her eyes narrowed spitefully. “Why won’t anybody believe Fletch forced me into that room?”

“He may be an asshole of the highest order,” I replied. “But Ice heard you begging to get fucked harder, so it kinda proves you’re a lying bitch.” My eyes swept across her spiteful, almost bored expression and haughty stance.

She opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off with a shake of my head. “If you wanna insist there’s been a sexual assault against you, I can go in and pull the camera footage.”

Her face paled. “Camera footage?”

I jerked a nod. “Yep. There’s surveillance covering every inch of the place, babe.” I didn’t tell her the bedrooms weren’t under surveillance. I wanted her to believe we had her every move recorded. “Now decide. You want me to call the cops so you can make a formal complaint, or are you gonna turn around and get the fuck off my property?”

It must’ve been a no-brainer for her because, within seconds, she turned and began to stomp toward the gates.

“Bitch,” Dad spat under his breath.

I cringed slightly at his accusation, but what could I say? He wasn’t wrong. She would’ve happily thrown Fletcher under the bus to get her own way. Not for the first time, I thanked God I had the foresight to get the cameras installed as soon as I moved operations to Virginia. At the time, they had gotten me into some eyewatering debt, but they’d also helped the club out of more than one disastrous situation.

My stare fell on Ice, who was watching Marney leave with a thunderous expression plastered across his face, and his body locked so tight it seemed he’d shatter if you touched him.

My brother wasn’t of the blood variety, but he was the closest thing I had to family aside from Dad.

We’d met ten years before when we’d prospected together at the Wyoming chapter. We’d been thick as thieves since day one. I loved Ice; he was a cocky shit, but he was also a man with hidden depths and emotions he didn’t show just anyone. I was lucky to know him underneath all the bravado and understood a lot of what made him tick, especially since I had similar demons in my past, too.

I felt bad because he’d liked Marney. Was she the love of his life? No, but he’d opened up a little to her, and for Iceman, that was huge. It was typical that the one woman he’d taken a chance on had thrown it back in his face.

I moved in closer, resting a hand on his shoulder. “You okay, Jake?”

He startled as if coming out of a daze, nodding absentmindedly before looking around and bellowing, “Gopher!”

Our prospect came running over. “Yeah, Iceman?”

Jake jerked his chin in the direction Marney went. “Take an SUV, pick her up, and get her home safely. She may be a backstabbing cheat, but I don’t want a real rape and murder on my conscience.”

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