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Madalyn scoffs, shaking her head from disappointment in me.

“Is it true what they told me, that you are bisexual and that you have had sex with Savage?” The fucking hurt in her voice kills me.

Hanging my head, my hands go to my hips and I think of the best way to explain things to her. I knew that I had to talk to her about my sexuality, but it was never the right time.

“Yes, I am bisexual and yes I have had sex with Savage. He is gay and only likes men, but I like both. Those girls had no fucking right telling you until I had a chance to.”

“Chance? You had plenty of chances, Target. My god, we have spent time together, talking, you had the chance then. We laid in my bed after we had sex and talked, you had a chance then, but you chose not to. Clearly, you did not trust me, or want me to know. It hurts that you hid this from me, Target.”

“Why are you using my club name?” I growl in frustration.

Shaking her head, her arms tighten around her middle, and it makes me want to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go.

“As of right now, you are not ‘Kohen’ to me, you are Target, the biker who lies to me and breaks my heart, like I knew you would.”

“I have never lied to you.”

“Not telling me is a lie of omission and that in itself is a fucking lie.” Her voice is louder by the time she has finished speaking.

Tears stream down her face and I hate it that I am to blame for them.

How do I fix this with her? Fucking hell, I was going to tell her, I just wanted her in deeper with me before I did.

“If those girls didn’t say anything to me today, would you have told me?” Her arms wrap around her middle, like she is holding herself together.

“Can we go to my room and I will explain everything? I fucking promise you.”

Shaking her head, she replies, “No, I do not think that is a good idea.”

“Please.” I step closer, cupping her face, feeling her tears on my palms.

Still shaking her head I move in, pressing my lips to hers, tasting her tears. She freezes at first, then she melts against me. Her hands grip my cut, her fists tight around the cool leather.

Madalyn is mine; she fits against my body like she was made just for me. I want to devour her, make her feel that she belong to me in every way.

Ending the kiss, I look down at her taking in how fucking breathtaking she really is. Even with red puffy eyes, Madalyn is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

She is a fucking vision.

With her eyes closed, she sighs, resting her head against my chest. My hands move up her body, clutching her jaw and tilting her head up.

Needing to fix this, I give her another gentle kiss, inching back and taking her hand. Her eyes pop open and she looks at me with worry clear as day shining back at me.

“We need to talk, in private. These fuckers are nosy, and will gossip like the old ladies in bingo.” I had hoped to get a giggle but I get nothing. “Tough crowd,” I joke, and that one gets me a little giggle.

Fuck me, I will take it.

We walk back into the club, and I whistle to get Pres’ attention. “I am taking my woman to my room so we can clear the air between us. The business that was between us, not bitches with big mouths. They purposely went to her to cause her pain, they knew what they were doing. Either you dish out punishment for them or I will and I will not be nice about it.”

I growl, before looking at the three club girls who are sitting at the bar drinking. They still look smug, and it fucking infuriates me.

“I will deal with them,” Racer replies. “Diana, Jasmine, and June are on a sex ban for two weeks. No brother or club girl is allowed to fuck them. You go to fuck outside of the club, do not come back.”

“You cannot do that to us,” Jasmine shrills.

“Whose club is this?” Racer growls.

“Y-yours.”

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