One, I’m willing to die for Leeva, as long as she’s protected.
And two, she’snothis. If Guerilla was aware that his mark on her is gone—that there’s not aspeck of evidencethe tattoo ever existed—he wouldn’t be so goddamn smug and triumphant looking right now.
“Leeva is back.” I unclench my fists and regard my bastard brother with a lethal look. Then I turn to the MC brothers and prospects gathered with us. “I have been with her.”
I can almost feel Ash and Bane’s groans even though they don’t make a sound.
I turn back to my brother and smile. “But she’s no longer yours.”
His smug, triumphant smile grows. “The tattoo is permanent, meaning my claim on her is permanent. Always will be.”
Stunned murmurs ripple through the crowd.
“That’s why you had all those questions about tattoo removal, Army?” Tats asks, shocked.
I don’t get to answer because Razor shoves a gun in my face, fury and vengeance making his hand tremble. “I’ll kill you like you killed my boy.” Spit flies with his words and hits his face.
“Stop!”
A female voice shouts over the growing rumble as the group’s shock morphs into anger.
A female voice that shouldn’t be here.
With the distraction, both Thunder and Ash go for Razor. Thunder grabs his friend, pulling him away from me, and Ash grabs the gun, flicking the safety on.
Then I turn and see Leeva standing there, with Pix beside her.
There’s an SUV that would’ve had to be let into the compound—I’m assuming Pix gave the prospects the order—and three men who look like soldiers, dressed for combat in the field, with Ursula and Keifer Wentzell.
Leeva’s amber eyes swing to mine, worried but with defiance and determination.
“Little lamb,” Guerilla says.
Her eyes snap to him, narrowing. Her chin lifts as she walks to him. She’s confident, sure, and sexy as hell. Her neck is bare and exposed. Then she smiles at Guerilla as his mouth presses thin while he studies her skin.
Missing his tattoo.
“Hello, Harrison.”
She uses his birth name, not his road name, and I smile, knowing she isn’t doing it like she does with me.
She says it because she knows it will get under his skin, because she knows he only picked that name so he’d always be my competition, and it’s her way to tell him he’s not my competition. That he’s nothing.
His face is getting redder, splotchier.
Leeva flicks him a dismissive look and turns to the group assembled. “As you can see, his tattoo no longer exists. I’m here for everyone to examine it if that’s what you need to prove there is no evidence left of it. There’s no skin discoloration, no change in texture, and no scarring underneath. It is, in fact, as if it never existed, and his claim over me is removed.
“As a result”—she turns back to me, staring into my soul—“I’m here to make a claim of my own. Hayes Cartwright, Army, sergeant-at-arms and road captain of the Havoc Guardians, ismine.”
Chapter 42
Leeva
WhenPixcalledtotell me that Guerilla had shown up at the MC compound, I knew I needed to get there immediately because she would’ve never called otherwise.
Thankfully, it took minimal convincing of my family, and after Barrett, Jacob, and Drake loaded up with weapons, we were gone. Add in the fact that my house wasn’t too far away, and that traffic had worked in our favor, and I’d say we arrived just in time.
Pix was waiting at the gate for us, and now I’m standing among the MC family I ran from over a decade ago, and I’ve just claimed Hayes as mine.
