Page 93 of Ruthless Obsession
Glancing to the right and left I notice men standing around the oversized warehouse with machine guns in their grip.
My gaze slowly meets a snarling Jennifer. “Bitch, I didn’t steal your man. You’re fucking touched in the head. He didn’t want you. None of you,” I spit.
Her fist crashes into my jaw. I taste blood and spit it onto the concrete.
“Did you kidnap me to keep me away from Ruthless?”
I’m trying to feel out this crazy bitch.
She steps back. “I heard a rich guy was offering fifty grand to find his woman,” she says with a smug little laugh.
“Preppy’s cute, sure. But I get it—you went for the big, burly biker. He knows how to handle you.” Her tongue drags across her lip like she’s reminiscing about their time together.
She stands up and claps her hands. “Now you're back with your man where you belong. I’ll be Ruthless’s club slut again,” she squeals.
This bitch is serious about going back to Mavis.
I smile the best I can. I feel my cheek swelling.
“You think Ruthless is just going to sit back and not ride for me?” It’s my turn to laugh.
“The man doesn’t care if I left on my own accord. He’ll look for me.”
Her eyes darken and her fists curl at her sides.
Don’t kick the snake, Sophie.
“You know what? Go for it. Be his club slut.”
Hard-soled footsteps echo across the floor, getting closer. Jennifer moves aside.
A wide grin spreads across his face. “Sophie, baby.” He widens his arms as he inches closer.
“I fucking missed you.” He leans in and presses a kiss to my lips.
I spit blood in his face, and he staggers back stunned.
“I was walking away from you, Toby. You hit me one too many times.”
His blue eyes darken. And his heavy hand connects with my jaw so hard I see stars.
“Ah,” I yelp.
“Preppy’s abusing you. Didn’t see that coming,” Jennifer mutters.
Toby whirls on her, grips her neck and punches her in the nose. His polished slicked-back hair shakes loose.
“Ah,” she cries.
“Go get your money and get the fuck out,” he roars.
“None of my business partners will want a delusional woman like you.”
Hand on her cheek she scrambles to her feet and runs toward a small room.
I’ll catch up with that bitch and kill her too.
Toby runs a hand over his hair putting it back in place. He straightens his tie as he approaches me.
