“Fang asked me to drop these off to you. A copy has been sent to your lawyers.” He dropped the envelope on the bar but didn't move away.
“What is it?” I couldn't help but ask even though I already knew. Fang wanted me out of town. Bobby had been right.
“Our offer to buy you out. It's a good offer so I suggest you take it.”
My eyes narrowed. “Why does that sound like you’re threatening me?”
Hansel shrugged his giant shoulders. “You can take it however you want, Gypsy. You're pretty lucky he's offering anything at all after the stunt you pulled.”
Stunt I pulled? My brow furrowed. I didn't have a clue what he was on about.
“You should probably leave town as well.” Hansel glared at Bobby, who visibly shrank back, before turning back to me. “Maybe you can go together, seeing how tight you two are.”
The man was talking in riddles. And I was tired of it.
Tired of men dictating to me where I could live, trying to run my life with their macho testosterone-fuelled bullshit.
“You can tell Fang to fuck off.”
Hansel blinked in shock, and then a slow, almost feral smile spread across his face. “Sweetheart, be careful who you curse at. Fang is being generous. But he won't be for long. Take the offer and move on. There's no place for either of you here now.”
“Just what the fuck are we have meant to have done?” Bobby straightened his back, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. He was worried but trying to put on a brave face.
“You know what the fuck you have done, Bobby. Fang said she was out of bounds. You might not be part of us, but you should have listened, you should have… and don’t try to deny it either. We both saw you this morning.” His eyes narrowed. “I hope she was worth it, Bobby, because you are out.”
It hit me then. The flowers. Fang had sent them. He had been at the bar that morning. Had he seen Bobby at my window and assumed we had slept together? Had I presumed the worst about the flowers when in reality they had been from an angry motorcycle club president with a chip on his shoulder?
I started to giggle. And once I started, I couldn't stop. Both men stopped frowning for long enough to stare at me and still I couldn't stop.
Fang, high and mighty president of the Savage Sons, was trying to run me out of town because he thought I had fucked someone else.
He was going to ruin my life because he was jealous.
I had to laugh otherwise I would cry.
It was like history repeating itself all over again.
Just another asshole trying to dictate my life.
And I was tired of it.
I was tired of being afraid and doing what other people wanted me to do.
It was time to take control of my life. And that could only start when I had told Fang where he could shove his offer.
I wasn't leaving, and I wasn't selling up.
I was staying right where I belonged. In MY bar.
And if Fang didn't like it, he could kiss my ass.
“Where are you going?” Bobby asked as I wiped the tears of laughter from my eyes and sidled around the bar.
I threw a look over my shoulder. “I'm going to tell Fang where he can stick his offer.”
Hansel took a warning step forward, and I turned to him with a growl. “Do not test me, Hansel. I'm not in the fucking mood for any more macho bullshit.”
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