“Who the fuck are you? ’Cause you ain’t no lawyer,” I said, looking him over. His cut saidPresident, with a1%patch below it, andTwisted Dragons MCon the other side.
“Nah, our lawyer is Mischief. I’m the prez. Need to see O’Malley. His son asked me to speak to him.”
“His son?” Caity asked, stepping forward and moving closer to Dread, putting her hand on his arm. He looked down at it and smiled at her again. “I’m King’s aunt; is there something I can help you with?”
“Fuck no,” I growled.
Caity turned her eyes on me, and they weren’t smiling and filled with laughter like they were for Dread.
“You lost the right to say anything about what I do,” she snapped.
“So,” Dread purred, taking her hand in his. “You’re available, say, for dinner?”
“I would love to have dinner with you.” She smiled at the smarmy bastard.
“Caity, he’s at least a decade younger than you. He’s probably closer to Maddie’s age than yours.”
“Older women make beautiful lovers,” the lech sang. Then followed it with, “I ain’t never killed a cat, but I’ve choked a few cougars.” Then he winked.
He fucking winked at my woman, and she was eating up his ridiculous fucking lines. Mac snorted, and I glared at him.
I took a step toward the biker, and someone grabbed my arm. I looked over my shoulder and found Sal, his eyes brimming with hate, maybe even more than mine.
“Who the fuck are you, and what the fuck do you want?” he barked loudly, causing Duncan to come out of his office.
“Name’s Dread. President of the Twisted Dragons MC in Cocoa Beach, Florida. I got a call from King, asking me to find his mother’s grave. Said I should talk to you.”
“Why?” Duncan asked.
Dread looked at Duncan. “You’re the brother, right?” Duncan nodded. “Then I’d like to talk with both of you.”
Sal nodded and walked to his office. Dread turned to Caity and said, “After I’m done here, how about lunch?”
“I’d love to.” She pointed across the hall. “My office is right there. Come find me when you’re done.”
“You can count on it,” he said as his eyes trailed down her body.
I couldn’t control the growl that rumbled up out of my chest. Duncan shoved Dread toward Sal’s office, and I stomped after Caity as she walked into hers.
I slammed the door behind me and watched her jump before she turned around and sneered at me, “What the fuck is your problem?”
“You are not leaving with that asshole!”
She folded her arms over her chest, pushing her tits up, and my eyes dropped to them. She cleared her throat and smirked at me.
“You didn’t want me, Ci. I promised Maddie I would live my life. Find what makes me happy. And that’s exactly what I’m doing. If that means having lunch with a biker, a decade younger than me, and letting him fuck me in the bathroom of therestaurant, that’s my fuckin’ choice, and you can’t say a damn thing about it. Now get the fuck out of my office!”
“Caity,” I warned, taking a step forward.
“I mean it. Get. Out. Now.”
She turned her back on me and walked to her own file cabinet. I knew she was pretending to look for something. Trying to ignore me until I left. I pulled the chair out and sat my ass in it.
Her shoulders slumped when she realized I wasn’t leaving.
“You don’t get to act jealous when you told me to leave,” she said without looking at me. “You can’t let me go and stop me from moving on.”
“Caity, I didn’t want to let you go.”
