Page 65 of Bound By Temptation

Fuck my life.

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My grip tightenedon this asshole as I walked him through the bakery and out the door, all eyes focused on us, but I didn’t give a fuck.

We were both completely drenched from that fucking hose. Indie sure knew how to break up a fight. I hadn’t had water sprayed on me like that since Raid and I were little boys and Mom was pissed at us.

I threw ‘Blaine’ on to the sidewalk. He tried to steady himself but was unable to and fell on his ass. He reached his hand out behind him, and the crunching sound of a bone breaking made me smile. His screams did even more. Fuck yeah. Hurt, motherfucker. Hurt.

I bent over and got in his face. “You come near Indie or this bakery again, you will not walk away from it. Do you hear me?”

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck you. Don’t you ever call Indie a whore. You obviously have no idea what a whore is, and who she fucks is none of your business. She’s mine. Has always been mine. Will be mine until we’re both dead.”

“You think you’re so tough with the leather biker shit. She deserves so much better than you,” he charged back.

“You think I don’t know that shit? Doesn’t matter. Only she matters. And make no mistake, I’ll be your worst fuckin’ nightmare. Try me.”

Blaine scrambled to his feet. “Fuck you.”

“Really, that what you have to say? Just go…”

It took Blaine a few seconds, but he was off and going. I pulled out my cell, then pushed a few numbers and connected.

“Brother. Need a favor. Can you and Booker come help me at Indie’s bakery?”

“What the fuck did you do?” Raid asked me, a smile to his words.

“Beat the shit out of some fucker Indie was supposedly seeing. Tore up her kitchen and need some help cleanin’ it up before she literally cuts my balls off.”

“Already fuckin’ whipped,” Raid teased.

I didn’t even fight the proud smile on my face. “Damn straight. That woman is mine. Do any fuckin’ thing for her. You gonna come?”

He chuckled. “Give me ten. I’ll get ahold of a few others.”

“Thanks, brother,” I responded, disconnecting the call. I pulled out a smoke and lit it, inhaling deep. Over the years I tried to fully quit, but sometimes I just needed it.

Back against the wall of the bakery, I waited for my reinforcements. What I wasn’t prepared for was five bikes pulling into the lot.

Raid, Booker, Deke, Green and Ryker all shut down their bikes, got off, and came my way.

“Thanks, brother,” I responded to Raid, grabbing his hand and shaking it, then nodded to the others.

“You think we wanna miss this shit?” Ryker said. “We wanna see how Indie blows.”

“Fucker. Come on.”

I led the group of my brothers and Booker into the bakery. All eyes were on us, but mine were only for the three cleaning up the mess I’d created.

Moving behind the counter, I didn’t listen to the teens telling me we shouldn’t go back there with shudders in their voices; probably afraid we’d rip their heads off. Which at this point, I would.

“Thought I told you to leave, and here you bring all the dwarfs in like I’m fucking Snow White. Great!” Indie was so damn sarcastic. She might have thought it was a turn off, but she was completely wrong. “Clue in, fellas, this isn’t a Disney movie. We got this all under control. So pack up all that male testosterone dying to save the day, and go do what it is that you do in your free time.”

I wrapped her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She hit me on the chest and bit my lip, and I hoped like hell she drew blood.

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