Page 50 of Indecent Lies
I own her, she’s mine.
Not even with Addison did he ever get the sense he was looking at a woman who was lost and he’d foundhome.
Something pulsed in his chest, even when he pushed it aside, ignored the rapid thumping of his heart as if his bones and skin were telling him he’d found this girl and he shouldn’t give her back.
Finders keepers.
THIRTEEN
“The sins of a biker are endless.” Capone
“Why the hell are you going over there for?” Capone hissed, his scowl as black as it ever had been. He didn’t get why the brothers wanted to fall over themselves to go and talk to atraitor.
The guy had done the club wrong; did no one realize that?
He didn’t just get fired from a job he wasn’t good at.
He broke the cardinal club rule.
Capone brooded the whole time Preacher and the rest were over there having tea or whatever they were doing.
He also noted the girl clinging to Texas on their way out.
Texas’ life wasn’t so much ruined then, he sucked his disgust through his teeth.
As a pack, the boys made their way out of the bar. Capone’s bike was parked near their florist, the place they had as a front to one of theSoulsgambling dens.
The others split off from him in the opposite direction and it was when he was steps from his bike he caught the conversation up ahead with a woman saying. “I’m sorry I ruined the night.”
“It’s not ruined, Poppy.”
Capone swore in Spanish under his breath. It was Texas and his hot piece.
Hardening his spine, he kept in step, listening to the woman whining and Texas pacifying her that everything would be okay.
A year ago he would have laughed and teased his brother because it was rare to see him with a woman. Texas was always class. Until he proved himself a piece of shit, that is.
He was right behind them now, close enough to see the woman was clinging onto his arm as he guided them down the cold street to the Raptor on the corner.
“You want to have your heart to heart with your piece somewhere else so I can get fucking by.” He growled low and watched Texas halt and spin around.
Capone stared.
His whole existence was ruined because of men like Texas.
Oh, they’d bleat how they were doing it for the good of the family.
Well Capone’s whole fucking family were slaughtered within minutes while they slept in their beds because his younger brother thought he was doing the right thing by doing business with someone he had no right doing business with.
If only Santiago had just once discussed the shit he was planning with Capone, or anyone of the brothers first.
Capone held no weight in doing things for others for their own good. Protecting them or not.
He preferred full disclosure and the choices in front of him, no matter how dire, let him choose his own death.
On the narrow sidewalk, rather than getting out of his way, Texas stared back before reaching behind him and unlocking his truck door, ushering the woman inside. She gave him a curious glance but Texas put her in the cab and closed the door, then he stepped aside. “There you go, brother.”
That got fire pushing into Capone’s throat. “Not your brother.”
