Page 75 of Choices

“Not if you want to keep your hands,” I warn. No one touches a brother’s cut. “Move,” I order. Kings are welcome at all Carnell clubs but club colors aren’t allowed inside. Too fucking bad. Conflict flashes across the bigger one’s face. Before we can get into it, Rogue and Kitty pour out the double doors, giggling about something I don’t catch.

Kitty looks fucking incredible in a skin-tight dress showing off every delicious curve of her body. My gaze sweeps over the length of her.She cut her hair…

“I need to check with the manager to see if you are allowed in with your jacket on,” the big guy says.

“Don’t bother. I’m not going in,” I say, shaking my head and taking a step back.

“Cutter?” Rogue spots me, surprise in her tone. Kitty’s head whips in my direction. Her smile drops, and so do my balls. The air is knocked clean out of my chest as she curls into herself, the happy buzz from seconds ago replaced with something else: sadness, anger, hurt—all of the above.

“Do you not see her drowning?”

Rubbing a hand across my forehead, I say, “I came to pick up Claire.”

Rogue’s eyes narrow, pointing a finger behind me. “She’s over there.”

I flit my gaze over my shoulder, nodding. “Oh, yeah. Thanks.” Turning on my heel, I start thinking about what Kitty needs for once, and it’s not me ruining her night. Grabbing Claire by the arm, I take off walking away from them.

“Are you not going to say anything?” Claire scoffs, having to jog to keep up with my pace, her tits almost bouncing out of her top.

“Shut up,” I growl, focusing on the asphalt in front of me to prevent myself from looking back.

The full moon hangs low in the sky, shining almost silver, lighting the path to my bike. The sky is so clear you can see the craters in its flawed surface. I’ve always been a creature of the night, fueled by its darkness. Kitty is the sun, and I have no right trying to dim her glow.

“You humiliate me,” Claire announces breathlessly.

Spinning her to face me, I grit, “How the fuck do I humiliate you?” Every brother in our club thought I’d lost my damn mind marrying her. They’d all fucked her before the pres claimed her as his favorite slut then I put a ring on her finger.

“The way you look at her, everyone can see there’s something there.” Her eyes flit to the silhouettes in the distance.

Bullshit. Callan has never picked up on it, even when I’m suffocating with the need to go to her any time she’s in a room with us.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I grunt, nodding toward my bike. “Get on.”

“Do you honestly think Jericho will ever let you two be together?” I already know he won’t, and she’s picking at a wound that never heals. “He doesn’t want this life for her.” She laughs without humor, her pretty features screwing into an ugly sneer. What the fuck would she know about what he wants? Jericho used her as a cum sock and was going to kill her.

I close the space until there’s nothing more than an inch of air between us. “That’s too fucking bad. She loves the club. It will always be a part of her.”And she will always be part of me.

Glaring into my eyes, she stills her features. “What would he do if he knew?”

My hands fist, the blood boiling through my veins bubbling to the surface. Grasping her jaw, I bring us nose to nose. “Are you threatening me? I’ve warned you what will happen if you do.”

Tiny hands punch at my arm. “Let me go,” she mumbles, spittle covering her lips.

Releasing her with a shove, her ass hits a car. The alarm blares, and lights flash over her disgruntled form.

Fucking perfect.

Gathering herself, she holds a hand to her face. “You’re an asshole.”

“Don’t I fucking know it.” I reach a hand out. “Let’s get out of here.” She doesn’t move, so I take the step toward her, jolting when she throws herself against my chest, her arms wrapping around my waist.

“I wouldn’t threaten you,” she chokes out.

“Yo, they’re fucking up a car,” some punk ass kid shouts from across the street. Hoots and hollers follow. My head darts toward where Kitty came out of the club, but she’s gone. Two different security guards start heading our way.

“We need to go.” I force her off me and take her hand, practically dragging her to my bike. The last thing I need is to get into it with Michael’s staff after doing the right thing with Kitty. Giving Claire my helmet, I swing my leg over and wait for her to awkwardly climb on the back. I’ve been married to her for nearly four years, and this is the first time I’ve put her on the back of my bike.

She doesn’t belong there.

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