Page 151 of Resurfaced Passion
“You’ll let me by right now!” Someone yelled from inside the rabble. Someone with a feminine voice he would have recognized if she belonged to his club, but the tone was too damn uppity to be one of his biker bitches.
This just made the boys laugh even louder.
“What the fuck is going on?”
The crowd parted and swear to fuck, his day was not gonna end well if he really was seeing a mouthy bitch in a big puffy wedding gown in the middle of that circle.
Hands on his denim hips, he eyeballed all the boys. The perverted little shits took chances at grabbing the girl who batted their hands away. They probably hadn’t ever seen a bitch so goddamn elegant before. The women that came through those doors wore considerably less and were always looking for a good time and a hard fuck.
This princess showed fear in her eyes and a credit card bill daddy probably took care of.
So did Roux, for fucks sake, another reason to pack her butt off to a place she couldn’t find trouble in her sleep. But one damn princess at a time.
He rolled up a brow.
“A cab dropped her off.” Chains told him, “she strolled in like she owned the place, started asking for Tait.”
“Tait the fuck who?”
“Is he here?” Wedding Barbie asked rushing forward toward Axel, one of his sergeants at arms stopped her in her tracks by capturing around her waist, making her scream, she shoved him off her, this only provoked more laughter from the boys. “Don’t touch me, you filthy pig.”
“I think she must be a present for us, Prez. Can we keep her, huh?” Simo licked his chops. God help the bitch if he let that deviant have her. “I’ll be real damn nice to the princess, won’t even knock her tiara off.”
“Unless one of you wanna claim to be the fucking groom, back the fuck up.” He warned and his men all fell back with grumbles.
“Seriously, who the fuck is this bitch?”
“This bitch has a name! I’m looking for Tait. I was told he was in a biker gang here, the Renegade Souls.”
“Oh, shit.” One of the boys laughed.
A few more cursed and spat on the floor showing their disgust at hearing another club mentioned on their soil.
Now as much as Axel towed the line with theSouls, with good reason—them being able to crush anyone’s operation with little effort and Axel was not looking to get on Rider Marinos’ shit list any time soon, didn’t mean he was friendly with that lot though.
Not after what that lousy motherfucker from theSoulsdid to Axel’s baby girl.
Yeah, The Butcher still had a personal debt outstanding as far as Axel was concerned and one of these days he’d call it in. By strangling the guy.
That being the whole fucking reason she was as wayward as she was now.
She’d never forgiven Axel.
“Hate to tell you, sweetheart, but you took a wrong fucking turn.” Axel supplied and watched her eyes go saucer big.
She looked ridiculously rich in her huge dress clinging to her skinny frame, what the fuck did it have under it to make it so big? Bitches be crazy with that shit.
And just like that, as he eyed the expensive material dancing around her ankles with every lacy swish, cogs started to turn in Axel’s head.
Little girl with her stream of shiny hair was probably worth a penny or two.
Especially to her rich daddy. Maybe even to theSouls.
Just bet that rich daddy would want his wandering princess back in one untouched piece.
Oh, yeah. Greedy cogs turned in Axel’s mind.
He needed to stay afloat somehow while they waited for this bullshit with the ATF to blow over.
