The man in question laughs like a fucking hyena at her, which fucking has my jaw ticking with rage.
This prick needs to learn some fucking respect.
Tables and chairs are moved to the sides of the room, forcing Banes and his fucked up little family to stand, while Panda’s now dead body gets dragged outside by a couple of the guys.
When Banes, Priscilla and Maggie start for the doors, a wall of Sadists stop them, forcing them back into the corner to watch.
If things go bad for me, they’ll think they’ve won. But if I win, then they are absolutely fucked. Coming here was really fucking dumb. I can hardly believe they trusted Nate. They should have easily seen through his bullshit.
Passing my cut to Abbey, I stand before her, cupping her cheek that’s flushed red with anger and fear, and those big doe eyes blink up at me.
“I love you, Abs.”
“I love you too,” she whispers, the pain flickering in those caramel pools, a sight I’ll never forget.
“You know why I have to do this,” I murmur, grazing my thumb over the apple of her cheek. “But I’m also doing this for you and Bobbi. And my club brothers. It’s the right thing to do.”
Even though she hesitates, her nod in understanding is a fucking relief. She’s been around long enough now to know how things work in my world. It’s far from the world she should be living in, but she’s here for now, and soon, she’ll get her happily ever after with her daughter.
“Ineedyou to win,” she breathes, taking a moment to clear her throat. “Because after you win, you and I are in a fight. I have things I want to say.”
My lips spread wide at her words and the way her dark eyes flare in anger. “Okay then, Angel. You and I are in a fight. I’ll make sure to win so I don’t miss the grilling you’re going to give me.”
She grins, but it’s slight. “There will be boxing gloves involved. I definitely need to smack you around.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh, and JD and Jols, who are standing on either side of my wife, join in.
“Okay. You have a deal.” I chuckle through my words, and her smile falls a second before she reaches out, gripping the end of my beard, and tugging me down to her height.
“I’m gonna make you my bitch,” she snaps. “And then…”
She trails off, and I raise a brow, trying not to cringe at the burn of my facial hair getting assaulted.
“And then?” I ask, and she shrugs.
“And then.” She leaves it at that, smashing her lips to mine.
I ignorethe hoots and wolf whistles around us, wanting everyone to just fucking disappear and leave me alone with my Angel. My fucking heart.
“Come on, you fucking pussy. Stop stalling because you know you’re going to lose.”
I pull back from my wife at Nate’s cutting words, my jaw ticking as I let my anger free to course through my veins.
“Be right back, Angel,” I snap, stepping away from her as she releases my beard, and flick my gaze to JD. “The moment this starts to go south, you get her the fuck outta here and go to Devon. Do not fucking deviate from the plan. Knock her the fuck out if she tries to fight you.”
“Hey!” Abbey snaps, and I shoot her a wink, ignoring her fucking death glare.
“You got it, but do me a favour and don’t let it go south.” JD claps me on the shoulder. “You have more support in this room than you think.Wedon’t just need you alive.This clubneeds you to lead it.”
Fuck. I never wanted this. I’ve never even spoken of such fucking things to him before, so I know my challenge is a shock to my best mate, yet he’s here supporting me, wanting this for our club.
With a nod and one last long stare at my wife, I turn and face Nate Smith.
He saved me once. Gave me an outlet to unleash my rage, but now, things have changed.
He’s changed.
I’ve changed.
