Both Ash and Bane shift, as if to prevent me from doing something stupid, or maybe to act as my shields, but I push out from them and step toward the motherfucker who shares my blood.
“Is that why you went after Leeva as soon as she turned eighteen?” I demand. Tension around us coils another notch at the lethal air that sizzles between Guerilla and me.
He licks his lips. “Naw, I loved her.”
“Bullshit.”
“Correction: Iloveher.”
“Again, I call bullshit.”
“Who wouldn’t? I mean, she’s a stunner. And to be the one to take her virginity…”
I see black and surge toward him. Ash and Bane grip me, both powerful forces to be reckoned with, and I’m jerked to a halt.
Guerilla jumps back, fear flashing over his face, but then he laughs. “You should’ve seen how she bled on my dick.”
“Shut the. Fuck.Up!”
Everyone is shifting on their feet, ready for war to erupt. I jerk free of Ash and Bane’s hands and force myself to lean into my training and calm myself down.
Guerilla runs his finger over his top lip and laughs again. “I always knew you had a thing for my little lamb.”
“Leeva isn’t your anything.”
“Not true.” He shakes his head like I’m a simpleton. “She’s my old lady.” The sadistic gleam is back in his eyes. “And forbidden territory to you.”
There’s a low murmur that runs through the crowd, and it isn’t lost on me that some of the old guard have shifted closer to Guerilla.
“My little lamb, my little ballerina…” Guerilla eyes me. “She’s all curves now, which we’ll have to rectify. I’ll get her back on a strict diet to lean her back out.”
The ground underneath me feels like it’s vibrating, and I realize it’s me as Guerilla admits to what I suspected.
He knows Leeva is back.
“But first there’s the little punishment that’s required for your sins, brother.”
“What the hell do you mean, Guerilla?” Tats demands, stepping forward with menace rolling off him.
“Hayes here has been a very naughty boy.” Guerilla jerks his chin at me and scans the crowd. “He’s been fucking my old lady.”
Silence rapidly descends, then chaos erupts.
The old guard is shouting, their fingers twitching to grab their guns.
Razor looks like wrath is pouring from his soul.
Some of the brothers are staring at me in shock, some are glaring, while others are shouting along with Bane and Ash at everyone to shut the fuck up.
Prospects don’t know what to do.
The Club Pussy scream and bolt back into the clubhouse. Any of the old ladies and kids that live onsite in the bunkhouses disappear inside as well.
Amid all the chaos, I don’t react as a calmness settles over me. It’s not like when I’m triggered and having a dissociative PTSD event. I’m not sinking to the bottom of the ocean, heeding some unknown siren’s call to coax me into some catatonic state and into oblivion.
This is a different kind of calm; a calm where I’m focusing onmysiren, my little dove. The woman I love more than life itself. The woman I have zero regrets about choosing. The only regret that I’ll carry until I take my last breath is that I kept things from her and caused her pain.
Bane, Ash, Mauler, Tats, and even Toxic—the stubborn ass who is still wounded from a previous attack on our MC—have made a protective circle around me, and I push through it. I see that Pix is outside now, standing apart from everyone. Her blue eyes snap from me to Guerilla, and her hand lifts to move inside her cut.
