He pinned Briggs with one knee, fist drawing back before slamming down again once, then twice. Briggs’s nose cracked under the third hit, blood spilling fast and bright.
“Jesus,” Briggs coughed, laughing through it.“I’ve never seen you like this.”
Wolf grabbed his shirt, hauling him up just enough to slam him back down again.
“Stay away from her,” Wolf repeated.He punctuated each word with force.
Hands grabbed at him then, as they were pulled apart.Rafe, he realized, had gotten hold of him, and another biker had taken Briggs.
“All right, enough!”someone barked.
Wolf resisted for half a second, then let Rafe and another MC brother drag him back.His chest rose and fell hard.He clenched his fists.Briggs sat up slowly, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Walk away, Briggs, or Wolf will really kill you,” someone said, and Briggs wisely did.
Still smiling.
“You’re gone,” he said, shaking his head.“Completely gone.”
Wolf didn’t take his eyes off Briggs until he finally exited the clubhouse.
Around them, the clubhouse buzzed with energy now.He finally noticed Jade, standing only a few feet away, staring at him, the tray still in her hand.
Her gaze locked on him.She looked a little uncertain, then cleared her throat.“My shift’s almost over.Will you give me a ride, Wolf?”
“Yeah,” he answered.
A door banged opened, and King stepped out.Someone must’ve told him about the brawl.King took in the scene, the overturned table, the blood on the floor.
King then looked at Wolf, the disappointment in his eyes crushing Wolf a little.You’re better than this, King’s silent gaze seemed to be telling him.
“Let’s go, Jade,” he told her, and she nodded uncertainly.
Chapter Seven
The ride back was differenttonight, Jade felt it the second the engine roared to life beneath them.Usually, the wind and speed stripped everything away, and left her with nothing but the rush, the moment, the steady, grounding presence of Wolf in front of her.Tonight, though, nothing was stripped away.
