“Snapper,” I whispered.
“And you’re not my woman?”
“I—”
“You been my woman for months and I don’t give a shit thathappened when you were with another man.”
It was me shutting my mouth during this conversation.
“And you just visited that man in jail, a man that delivereda beat down that put you in the goddamned hospital,” he stated infuriatedly.
“I was warning him off me,” I explained.
He dipped the half an inch he needed for the tip of his noseto brush mine (something it did).
“Rosalie, I’ll repeat,that motherfucker is notgonnatouch you.Notevera-fuckin’-gain.”
“You good, hoss?”
Snap’s head jerked around.I looked past his shoulder.Andthere stood two uniformed officers who weren’t real thrilled a man in amotorcycle cut with his colors stitched to the back had a woman pinned to therailing outside a police station.
“Snapper.Chaos.This is Rosalie.The woman Bounty beat toshit.She just visited Throttle to warn him off.She’s mine.I didn’t know shewas up to that shit.And we’rehavin’ a discussionabout how that doesn’t make me happy.”
Masculine understanding dawned in both officers’ eyes.Onegave Snapper a chin lift and moved toward the front door.The other gave him alook of beleaguered male camaraderie and then he moved toward the front door.
I tracked them, losing both between Snapper’s broadshoulders, getting them back only to lose them again when the men and thecoffees they were carrying disappeared inside the police station.
Did that just happen?
“Rosie,” Snapper growled.
My eyes drifted back to him.
“We need to talk,” he declared,again.
“I’m not ready for that.”
“I’m sorry, baby, but I no longer give a shit.”
Now it was me who was getting angry.
“Are you serious?”I asked.
“Rosalie, you just visited fuckin’Throttleinjail.”
“Yes, to tell him to leave me and Mom alone!”I snapped.
“Right, let me explain this to you thoroughly,” he bit back.“Communication between you and any member of Bounty,especiallyThrottle, is done.Over.Not fucking happening.There’s a message to deliver,Chaos delivers it.If they already haven’t learned that you’ve ceased to exist,we’ll share that with them as many times as we got to until theyget it.You have nothing to fear from them because every brother who’s earned the Chaospatch will go down before they hurt you again.You don’t have to do dick to makethat happen, the brotherhood will bleed themselves dry for you to make yousafe.Now, are you getting me?”
“I—”
He cut me off before I could say more.
“Before you get worked up any of that shit will happen, Tackhas gotten word to Web that we know they got a beef, they can’t be under anyimpression other than the fact we feel after what they did to you that we got abeef, but how that’sgonnawork out is however itworks out betweenbrothers.Women are off limits, you’ve been claimedby Chaos, and if dick happens to you, or your mom, it isn’tgonnamake it a bigger beef.It’sgonnabe Chaos declaringwar and they’re vulnerable, so they got this shotbein’incarcerated to get their shit together or we’ll dismantle their charter.Nowyou getting me?”
“Whoa,” I whispered.
“You’re getting me,” he muttered.
