Page 83 of Break Inside


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“You don’t deny it?”Rusty asked, his eyes darting between us.

“Are you Rusty?”I asked.

His eyes glittered at me.“You killed my cousins.”

Rusty stood at five foot, eight inches and probably weighed as much as I did which meant he was at least forty pounds overweight.He appeared to be in his mid-thirties, but he didn’t have the rough demeanor Boyd and Campbell had.No wonder he left the dirty work to his cousins.

I shook my head.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit, but Corrupt Chrome MC is gonna take care of you assholes.”

Lark’s head twitched.“What do they have to do with it?”

He focused on Lark.“You fucked one of their women.”Rusty swung his gaze to me.“And you fucked with me when you killed Boyd.”

“I haven’t done shit to you,” I said.

Rusty chuckled.“More bullshit.”

“Corrupt Chrome doesn’t have a chapter here, and you don’t ride.What are you?A hang-around who can’t afford his own bike?”I asked.

Rusty narrowed his eyes.“I oughta shoot you right now, but Sig told me his club’s gonna take care of everything.”

It was taking everything I had to ignore him and stay calm.

“Why isn’t Sig here with you?”Lark asked.

“They don’t do things half-assed,” Rusty muttered.

Killian sidled up to Rusty.“We got a problem here?”

Tundra, who had been sitting at the far end of the bar, stood and lumbered over to Rusty’s other side.“Did I hear there’s a problem?”

Rusty’s expression betrayed his nervousness at being outnumbered by us.He fixed his gaze on Lark.“This bar’s days are numbered, asshole.”

Tundra turned outraged eyes to Lark.“You gonna let that shit slide?”

“Get him out of here,” Lark said, his eyes cold on Rusty.

Killian reached for Rusty, but he backed away.“I’m leaving.”

Tundra and Killian followed him.

“Where’s Ivy?”Lark asked.

“Clubhouse.”

His eyes rounded.“Really?”

I shrugged.“You said put her in a safe house, and I can’t think of anywhere safer than my room.”

“Boy… Don’t string her along,” Lark said.

I stiffened.“I’m not a boy, and I’d never string a woman along.”

“Fine.You wiped the steering wheel down the other night, right?”

It floored me that he’d talk about this when Rusty had just left.