I don’t like anyone talking about Agnes. Especially not her pussy.
Because that is mine.
Wait, wow. He seriously needed to calm down.
Two days had passed since he’d fucked her all those endless hours. Two days.
And he’d thought of her way, way too much in that time.
Cass released a long, slow breath, and he lifted up the pool cue.
Bayne immediately surged away. He whirled to face Cass, and the guy’s hand flew up to press against the long, red mark that was clear to see on his throat.
Cass might have been applying a whole lot of pressure with that wooden cue.
“Gonna…” A wheeze from Bayne. “You gonna tell me that I’m wrong?”
No, he was not. Because, obviously, the rival MC leader had gotten his intel from somewhere. So, Cass would roll with it. “Yeah, I fucked a Fed.” He shrugged. “She was fabulous, too.”
“You’re selling us out to some?—”
He extended the broken pool cue and put the jagged, cracked edge against Bayne’s jugular. “I’m not selling out anyone. I’m fucking. Didn’t realize I needed to run a list of my fuck-mates by you.” He tapped the jagged edge against Bayne’s skin. “Got to warn you, man. You are way too involved in my fucking business.”
Javion laughed.
“You’re telling me the woman meant nothing? Just a fuck buddy?” Bayne sneered. His sneer was brave, but the man was sweating. A lot.
“One-night stands happen.” Cass thought he sounded well and truly bored. “Deal with it.”
And Bayne began to smirk.
Cass didn’t like that smirk.
“Then you don’t care…” Bayne leaned into the pool stick. “If anything happens to her?”
Cass did not let his expression change.
“Because, see, she threw a bottle of beer at an…associate of mine. Someone who might be looking for membership in the Mavericks.”
That prick who’d tried to stab Cass in the back was a Maverick wannabe? Figured. “Thought he was a Backstreet Phantom.” All those skull and thorn tattoos on his arms had marked him as a Phantom.
“He was a Phantom. But the guy was looking to switch his allegiance. Only your pretty Fed stepped in. She embarrassed him.”
“And I kicked his ass.” Flat. “If he wants payback, he can come at me.” But the dick wouldn’t. Because he was too scared of Cass. So…
Is he really going after Agnes?
The stretching smirk on Bayne’s face said that the jerk was. “The man is gonna take the bitch out. He was real, real pissed to find that a Fed had gotten involved in his business. In fact…” Oh, but that smirk needed to be punched off Bayne’s face. “He might even be closing in on her, right this minute.”
Every muscle in Cass’s body turned to stone. “The hell he is.” Bayne’s words replayed through his head. He’ll take the bitch out…Take the bitch out…
Bayne blinked. “Why would you care what happens to her? She’s just a casual fuck, right? And what’s one more dead Fed? Not like there’s any sort of attachment there. Not like you care about the bitch.” He spun away. “Even though some assholes were swearing you were saying she was yours at The Bottomless Pit.”
Cass’s hand clenched around the pool cue.
“The heartless leader of the Strikers has no weaknesses. You even killed your own uncle. Your old man, too, if the stories are true. You never have any attachments.” Laughter rolled from Bayne. “But you could still send flowers to the bitch’s funeral. That’s a nice thing to do and?—”
“No one fucking touches her.” The words ripped from Cass. Low and lethal and pouring with savage fury.
