Page 31 of Biker Boo
“Maybe it should’ve been Crazy Becki,” he blurts, snorting.“She’s a bigger pain in the ass than both of ‘em put together.That bunny don’t put out for nobody but Prez.”
The words hit me like a switchblade to the ribs.
Before I know it, I’m out of my chair and on him.My fist crashes into his jaw, snapping his head sideways.He scrambles, swinging wild, but I slam him against the wall, forearm across his throat.
“You shut your fucking mouth,” I snarl.
He chokes, clawing at my arm.“I was just…”
Another punch cuts him off.His lip splits, blood spraying.The room don’t move to stop me.He’s a prospect.Prospects don’t get saved.
“You don’t get to say her name,” I growl, spitting on him before I let him drop.He crumples, coughing blood into his hand.
Legend’s voice cuts through.“That’s enough, Royal.”
I look at him.His eyes are steel.Not angry.Just final.
I shove Critter one last time, hard enough his head smacks the wall, then step back, chest heaving.
Legend jerks his chin.“Office.Now.”
The Lockup’s office used to be a jail cell, bars still welded into the walls.Legend sits behind the old warden’s desk, papers scattered.He don’t look up right away, just taps ash into a tray, thinking.
Finally.“You got a problem with prospects?”
I snort.“I got a problem with him talkin’ about Becki like she’s a fuckin’ joke.”
Legend’s eyes lift.Hard.“She ain’t a joke.She’s family.”
I step closer.“Then act like it.”
He exhales, slow.“You think I don’t care about her?”
“I think you don’t care enough,” I fire back.“You let her run wild.Let her drink herself stupid.You act like she’s someone else’s responsibility when you know damn well she ain’t.”
Legend stands, squaring off.I’m taller than him by a hair, though he’s broader by more, but I don’t back down.
“She is my responsibility,” he snaps.“Because of what we’ve been through.Because of the church.Because of the club.I’ll always look after Becki.Don’t mistake my silence for neglect.”
I grit my teeth.“You sure that’s all it is?Responsibility?”
His mouth twists.“Obligation.Same thing.”
That word makes my stomach burn.Obligation.Like she’s a burden.Like she’s a job.
“And if obligation turns into more?”I push.
He holds my stare.“Then maybe I end up with her.Just like the Reverend always wanted.”
The words make my fists clench.Because I know he believes them.And I know, deep down, that’s the one thing I can’t fight him on.
Because Legend always gets what he wants.
Chapter 9
Becki
Janie pops a piece of bubblegum and flops down on my trailer couch, like she pays rent here.“So.Spill it.Who’s the mystery man?”
