Page 94 of Target

“You have a room,” I tell him, making him chuckle.

“Where is the fun in that?” Shaking my head at him, I walk down the hall to the restroom area.

Since my kidnapping, I have found that I am more at ease with the brothers, not scared to say what’s on my mind in fear of getting my head bitten off, or made fun of. Now they laugh with me or at me in the friendly family sense, not one that will hurt my feelings.

I am one of theirs and treated as such.

Once I am done emptying my bladder that was full of white wine, I wash my hands and then go to Kohen’s room to touch up my hair and make-up. A smile creeps across my face when I look at the now made bed, while this morning we were rumpled between the sheets while he made me come three times.

Twice with his mouth and once with his cock. That man knows how to please me.

Sliding the lip gloss across my lips, I smile to myself, feeling like a new person. Finding Kohen and the club has given me a sense of new confidence, and I love that.

It has made me a better woman and I feel lighter than I have in years.

“Oh, do you think that a little lip gloss will keep him with you?” Diana scoffs at the door to our bedroom.

“Oh, do you think that he’s still going to want a skank like you?” I bitch back.

Yeah, this chick grew a fucking backbone. It only took a gunshot wound and the love of a sexy biker to do it but hey, I will take it.

I step closer to her, and she backs up, leaning back with a curled lip as she looks at me.

“It is shame that you, an adult, has no sisterhood, or girl power when it comes to men. You put your dirty pussy before other women. I would never in my life go after a man who already had a woman. It is sad that women like you do it. Shame on you. You have had your time of trying to push me around but no more, Diana. You and your little girl crew can fuck off a small cliff for all I care.”

I try to push past her but she braces and I almost fall back.

“You do not belong here, bitch, you are a stuck up cunt that we want gone,” she snarls.

“Well, tough fucking shit, I am staying. I love Target and he loves me. Now, touch me again and see what happens.”

“Yes. You go sister,” is called to my right and I see Darian, Tracie, and Louise.

“I think your time here at the club is done, Diana.” Louise smiles while delivering the news.

Diana folds her thin arms, popping a boney hip at the older lady.

“You can’t do that, only the Pres can kick me out and I don’t see Racer anywhere.” She looks smug but when I look to Louise, so does she.

Tracie winks at me and I know they know something that Diana does not.

“Prospect,” gets called and I turn to see Reid, the other prospect, walking around the corner with his phone aimed up at us.

“Pres is on his way. So is VP.” His deep voice makes Diana shiver, but maybe not in a good way.

“So, you are into ganging up on people now. Trapping them. I didn’t think the Rugged Skulls were into that sort of thing. I will claim that you tricked me.”

“You do realize that he is still recording you, right? You’ve just done yourself in, bitch,” Darian snarks off.

The air around us grows thick while we wait for the men to arrive.

“You did this. You fucking tricked me. We will see who has the last laugh, Target will never stay with you. He needs a cock in his ass to survive,” she screams at me, but I laugh at her, not showing her the mini inner freakout I am having.

Never show weakness is what Grandpa Peter tells us.

“That’s enough, Diana. Pack your shit. you are done,” Racer commands.

She jumps, then the tears start, and the pleading, but the big imposing man doesn’t hear any of it.

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