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I let out a yelp at the voice, spinning in place with my fist ready to strike. Thankfully I don’t because I’m met with stares from Kit and her Big Little friends.
“Miss Willa?” Kit asks, starting to look concerned.
“Oh, nothing, sorry kids, you gave me a fright.”
OK, today can get in the trash. Between Mad Dog causing my vagina to want to sow her wild oats, to almost sucker punching a child, I’ve about had it.
“It’s because you’re a little older.” Cove says matter of factly. Gee, thanks, kid.
“If you’ve come lookin’ for cookies I think Mad Dog ate them all,” I say extra loud over my shoulder.
Seriously, how the hell does the man eat like that and stay in such good shape?
“No. We just wanted to tell you there’s a strange man outside staring at your house,” Jovie says in a sing song voice before Cove clicks her fingers and they all rush out the back toward Joy’s house.
I watch them leave, making sure they disappear inside before heading for my front room. Standing off to the side I peek out the cute blue and white curtains I chose when I first bought the house. It was the first time I had no one tell me my choices were shitty.
The figure moves and I don’t have to see any more to know who it is. He’s found me. The way he strolls up my path like he owns the place causes rage to build inside me and before I can even think I’ve moved to my door, flung it open into Mad Dog, and stormed down my porch steps.
“Well, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Diesel drawls, his eyes lingering too long on my tits. He sucks his teeth, lip curled in an almost-snarl. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“Whatever the fuck I want,” I spit, planting my cowboy boots and crossing my arms over my chest.
I stare at him. The piece of shit who made my life hell. I won’t let him know that. Instead, I hide my fears under a cloak of sheer anger. What the hell is he even doing here? He’s meant to be in prison where I put his ass.
“What? No welcome home?” He smirks. “Not even a little kiss?” Before I can open my mouth he steps closer, eyes hard, “What? I went away and you moved on without me?”
“Yeah, you did go away and I moved on, so why the hell are you here darkening my doorstep?” I glare. “Let me guess, one of your boys got you out on a technicality or some bullshit and now you’re back working as Spit’s bum boy. Am I close?”
He purses his lips, before stepping back slightly. “Cute.” His eyes narrow slightly, as if trying to read the Willa who now sports a spine and a knife in her boot. “I came to see where my less than loyal Ol Lady ran to.” His gaze moves over my shoulder to my house. My house. The one I chose and bought and furnished. “Check out the fun little life you’ve made for yourself in Bum Fuck Nowhere.”
OK, I’m bored of this now. Diesel needs to get gone so I can start making phone calls to whoever the hell let this man out and dropped the ball on letting his victims know. “Yeah well Bum Fuck Nowhere happens to be Devil’s Rose patch, so you better get gone. Word has it they don’t think twice about killing nomad MC members.”
“You fucking b-”
“Willa, you good?”
I lock my knees, willing my body to not betray me as Mad Dog’s body heat warms me from behind. He’s not touching me. In fact, he’s standing a respectable distance away, but I still feel him.
“Well, looks like you went from one biker cock to another huh? Fucking knew it-”
“What the fuck did you just say to her?” Mad Dog steps from behind me, and instead of stepping in front like I expect, he moves to my side.
Diesel whistles low. “Old biker cock at that.” His smirk drops as he puffs himself up. Even then he’s still at least a couple of inches shorter than Mad Dog and nowhere near as wide. How did I not notice how huge Mad Dog actually is? “Tell your little -” his gaze runs over Mad Dog’s patch and his lip curls, “-Club that I’m in town, yeah?”
“And just what are you doing in town?” Mad Dog replies, looking bored.
“I’m here for my Old Lady.”
I ignore Mad Dog’s gaze as I step into Diesel’s space. “I stopped being your Ol Lady the day you went to prison.”
Diesel looks at his nails. “That may be, but you’re still my fucking wife, aintcha?”
Chapter 5
Mad Dog
Ideserve a fucking medal. Truly. I don’t often rate my self control, but shit, I had the self control of a saint when I was standing toe to toe with Diesel. Willa’s ex ol man. Husband. Fuck. My hands tighten on my handles, wringing them as if they were a good substitute for Diesel's neck. News flash. They ain't.
