Page 16 of Property of Grifter
Before anyone could say more, flashing red and blue lights cut across the yard.
“Looks like the cops have made it,” Hades complains.
I turn my head, eyes narrowing as a sheriff’s cruiser pulls up.Dust swirls as its lights reflect off the chrome of our bikes.I watch as the driver steps out—tall, square-jawed, clean-cut, the kind of man who looked like he ironed his jeans.Jesus.
C walks up first, greeting the man with a nod.“Davis,” he says, shaking the other man’s hand, hitting a fucking nerve.
My attention sharpens at once.Davis.The same name Georgia had mentioned earlier.This wasn’t just some small-town cop.This was someone who knows my woman and she knows him—maybe too well.That shit isn’t going to fly any longer.I won’t let it.To make matters worse, the guy was good-looking in that shiny, safe kind of way—the kind of man a small-town girl like Georgia might want.I felt a dark satisfaction curl through me as I imagined carving his pretty face up.I wouldn’t kill him.Georgia would probably get pissed about that.No, my aim would be just to ruin his pretty boy face a little.
Davis’s gaze flicks to me before moving to the house behind me.“What about Nana and Georgia?Are they okay?”
I step up to him.“They’re fine.I wouldn’t let anything happen to them,” I growl, changing my mind and wanting to kill the fucker right now.I don’t like that he called Georgia’s grandmother Nana.Sure, I do.I’m allowed.Afterall, they’re my family now.There’s no way in hell this man should get that privilege.
Davis’s eyes narrow on me.“And you are?”
“I’m the new president of the Kings of Anarchy.”
That earns me a tight, unhappy smile from the cop.“We like our town quiet and orderly.That isn’t exactly how your club operates lately.”
I shrug like I don’t have a care in the world.“Don’t worry about my club.That’s not your place.”
Davis moves into me now.“Making sure this town stays safeismy place.Most of the trouble we’ve had lately stems from club wars and biker bullshit.”
I grin big at him, just because I know it will piss him off.“And again, that’s my problem.Not yours.”
“You’re wrong.Dead wrong—especially if you’re drawing Georgia and her grandmother into it.”
The air seems to go still around me.My men may not know me well, but no man is going to stand for another guy warning him off his old lady.My voice drops dangerously low, “Are you foolish enough to think Georgia belongs to you, asshole?”
Davis doesn’t flinch.“Georgia’s her own person.She doesn’t belong to anyone.But the two of us are close.”
That word—close—hits like a punch to the gut.
I feel heat crawl up my spine, something primal inside of me is trying to claw its way out.I take another step forward until Davis and I are toe-to-toe.My eyes are cold and steady.“Thatclosenessjust ended.Georgia’s mine now.I’ll watch out for her, not you.”I tilt my head toward the cruiser.“Why don’t you do something useful—like your job?Figure out who just tried to kill me in her driveway.”
“If Georgia wants me out of her life, she’ll be the one to tell me—not you.”
“We’ll see,” I purr, refusing to let this asshole get to me.“I’m thinking since I just had my hands on her tits, my tongue down her throat and I’m taking her out tonight, that message should be clear enough.If it’s not, I’ll make sure my woman makes it clearer to you soon.Maybe I’ll have her call you while she’s screaming out that she belongs to me while I have her pinned to the bed on my cock.”
“You fucking?—”
Before he can get his sentence out, I yell out to my men.“Mount up, boys.We’ve got work to do.”
Engines immediately flare to life.The noise is like thunder echoing against the hills.Davis doesn’t move.He just stares at me, his voice tight.“You’re no good for her.”
“Man, you don’t even know me.”
“I know your type,” he replies in disgust.“And I know Georgia’s had enough pain in her life.She doesn’t need more.Leave her alone.”
“Go to hell,” I order, my voice like liquid steel—cold and deadly.
We stare one another down, neither blinking.Finally, he throws me one last look—something between hate and a warning.I ignore it as I watch the bastard climb into his cruiser.
When he pulls away, I spit in the dirt where the fucker was standing, then I turn toward my men.
Hades is grinning again, shaking his head.“So, let me get this straight—you’ve been here two days, claimed a witch, pissed off the sheriff, and got shot at.You sure know how to make an entrance, Prez.”
Cowboy laughs.“Hell, give it another week and he’ll have us tradin’ our bikes for broomsticks.”
