I grab my keys off the table and dart for the door.
Drac’s voice hollers out after me. “Krampus—”
“I know,” I shout back, already moving. “But that bastard crossed a line, and now he’s gotta pay.”
Every man in that room rises to follow me, because Moseley didn’t just cross a line. He stepped into a fucking war.
ChapterNineteen
Mindy
The door slams open with a bang, followed by the thunderous roar of motorcycle after motorcycle pulling up outside. I closed my shop up early, too bruised and emotionally damaged to put on a smiling face.
Amber’s stayed with me, but I’ve been a sobbing mess the whole time, unable to keep up with my tears.
The second I see him come rushing through the door, I’m in his arms, throwing myself at him like we haven’t been silent for weeks.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he coos, brushing my tears away with his thumb. “Baby, tell me what happened.” He lifts my face and freezes when he sees the bruises. “Who did this to you?” he growls, fingers trembling with rage.
“Rico, but you can’t do anything about it, Rich. They’ll hurt you if they do.”
Some of his club members come inside; the others linger just outside the door. Amber rushes over and hugs one of them, a handsome guy with dark brown hair and penetrating eyes thatcould make any woman go weak. Still, handsome or not, in my eyes, he’ll never be Krampus.
Krampus shoots him a look. “Rico’s gonna die, Drac. I want this man’s blood!”
The man shifts and motions for someone to come inside. Another man I don’t recognize marches in, but he’s so tall, I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
“Bigfoot, get with Hannibal and do a sweep of this place. Sweep for everything. We need to know just what we’re working with here.”
“Got it, Prez.” The man marches off, but what Drac said has me afraid.
“Sweep?”
Krampus clutches my hand. “It’s just a precaution, baby. Doesn’t mean they will find anything.”
Several other club members filter in, and the air suddenly thickens with leather, tension, and barely restrained violence.
Krampus’ voice drops. “Rico put his hands on her.”
Drac’s brow arcs, his mouth clenching. “I’m gonna need you to stay calm, Rich. We can’t make a move without knowing what steps to take.”
“If I fucking see him, he’s dead.”
The swear word burns my ears, but instead of shying away from it, I bury my head in Krampus’ chest.
The men move fast. Too fast.
Krampus leaves me alone for a few minutes to tend to something, and I’m so distracted by all the noise and movement that I don’t notice the man stepping up behind me until it’s too late. He steps closer, invading my space just enough to make my skin prickle.
“Well,” he drawls, eyes dragging over me in a way I don’t like. “I figured you’d be pretty, but I didn’t think my dick would ache this much looking at you.”
Krampus’ head snaps up from across the room.
“Excuse me? Who are you?”
He holds up his hand and grins. “The name’s Jigsaw, sugar peach, and I’m just wondering what you see in my VP over there. You’re too pretty for him, and he’s not exactly the best thing to look at.”
“Neither are you,” I bite back, repulsed by his scraggily hair that’s oily and unbrushed, and a vile smile missing quite a few teeth. He smells like moldy corn chips, with some thirty-day bourbon mixed in.
