Saskia’s cheeks blazed, and she took a threatening step toward Maeve. “You don’t know anything, you fat bitch.” Her arm swung back to hit Mae, but Rosie pushed her out of the way so that Saskia’s hand whizzed toward her instead. She let out a grunt and reached up to grab it.
I watched, open-mouthed, as Rosie lost her shit. Her fingers dug hard into Saskia’s skin, and she stepped closer, leaned across, and screeched, “She’s fucking pregnant.”
“I don’t give a fuck,” Saskia spat.
Rosie’s eyes flared. She pulled her free arm back and landed a punch across Saskia’s face, making her crumple to the floor. Then she grabbed Saskia by the hair and started to drag her outside.
“I fucking love taking out the trash,” Cara crowed, opening the door to allow Rosie to pull Saskia down the hall and into the bar while the bitch screamed at the top of her lungs. By the time we hit the party, everyone’s attention was already on the corridor where Rosie came into view with Saskia doubled over as she stumbled alongside her.
“What the fuck?” Donovan shouted.
“Go on, Ro,” Atlas yelled.
“Saskia tried to hit Maeve,” Cara shouted.
Shouts and roars filled the air, but Rosie ignored them all and stomped toward the door, dragging Saskia by the hair as she went.
I turned, and my heart jolted when I saw Cruise standing to one side with his phone angled toward Rosie and Saskia. It looked like he was recording, but why would he do that?
I turned and followed the girls outside, shielding my eyes as bright lights shone against the doors of the clubhouse.
My stomach dropped when Pagan’s voice called out, “Did you get it all, Cruise?”
“Yep,” the brother replied, sauntering past Rosie, still holding his phone up.
“What are you doing?” Rosie murmured just as Donovan stalked out of the clubhouse doors toward the furor.
He caught Rosie around the waist. “Let her go, baby. They’re videoing.”
My eyes jerked to study Pagan as he called over, “Don’t mind us. We’re just collectin’ evidence. Who’s gonna call the cops? Saskia wants to report an assault.”
My heart took a nosedive.
Oh my God.
“Shit,” Kennedy muttered from my side.
Rosie immediately released Saskia’s hair.
Saskia rushed toward Pagan, who sat astride his bike, smirking, alongside his club brothers. As Saskia approached, he jerked his chin at Castle, who was beside him, silently ordering Saskia to get on behind the VP.
My eyebrows pulled together.
I thought she’d come to the party with Pagan.
Atlas moved to stand beside Rosie, folding his arms across his huge chest, and glaring at Pagan.
“She tried to hit Maeve,” Rosie called over to the group of Kings. “Who hits a pregnant woman?”
“Did she really?” Pagan drawled in a bored tone. “So you’re telling me Saskia hit Maeve?”
“Well—n-no,” she stammered. “But only because I stopped her.”
“Courts won’t care,” he retorted, his eyes flicking over Maeve, who was cuddled up to Callum. “She hasn’t got a mark on her. Can’t say the same about Saskia. Cruise has got the video of you draggin’ her, so you’re gonna have a hard time provin’ that whole self-defense thing.”
Atlas glowered at Pagan, a sneer twisting his face. “You set my sister up.”
Cash shook his head in disgust. “And you used my club to do it. Bad move, brother. Hope it was worth it because this won’t be forgotten.”
