Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40128 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“No, but she’s my best friend, and she saw the same thing. I had to watch her heart break in front of me because you’re whoring around town like she wouldn’t find out about it.”
Shit. She has it all wrong, and I’m going to destroy Chrissy now. “Where is she? I need to find her.”
“How would I know, jackass? I was interrogating you and giving her the space she needed to get away from you,” she huffs. Damn sneaky bitch. I knew I didn’t like her.
I move past her and search the yard, but I don’t see Melanie in that tiny outfit that was made to make me jealous and hard. My angry rave is nowhere to be found.
Taking a calming breath, I come up with a smarter plan to find her. I open up the security cameras on my phone and follow Melanie from the moment she leaves the clubhouse through the yard to the front gate. She’s outside with Damon. He’s got his hand on her arm. I’m going to fucking break his filthy hand. He knows better than to touch her. All the Riders and the prospects are well aware that she’s mine.
I storm through the damn door of the gate. “Get your hands off her right now before I end your life.” He’s lucky I’m feeling generous enough to give a warning.
“What’s wrong, Prez?” Damon backs up right away, but it isn’t enough for me. His hands were on her, and that’s a line he shouldn’t have crossed. I haven’t forgotten the look in his eyes when I came in this morning or the comments that he made last year. He’d kept his behavior on the up and up, but I also never thought about him again after Christmas break because I had secured my woman. How fucking foolish of me.
“What’s wrong is you have your hands on my woman,” I snarl, moving closer to him, losing all sense of control.
“I don’t belong to you,” Melanie says as if she really believes it.
“The fuck you don’t, Melanie. I thought we went through this last year.” I’ve had enough of this talk. She’s the only non-family member that’s ever been on my bike and the only woman who will ever ride my dick, so she needs to quit this little fit and we need to talk.
My father comes to the front with Beast following close behind. “What the hell is going on out here?” Beast snaps. He already knows how I feel and where I stand. Hell, last week he even pitched in to finish the house because it meant the world to me to have it done on time for tomorrow.
“Your daughter is being difficult,” I grumble, although a part of me understands I’m being unreasonable. Another part of me is feeling murderous, and that gaze lands on Damon’s bitch ass.
“Will, is there something you haven’t told me?” Beast snarls, chest and nose flaring.
“That your daughter is about to get this fuck killed.”
He scoffs and then tips his chin. “Good. I’ve already told him to stay away from her.” I’m glad we see eye to eye because if he even dared to give this asshole any leeway, I’d lose it. He’s supposed to back me up on this.
“What?” Melanie shouts, staring at her father in shock.
“Sweetheart, as a prospect, he knows that you and Will are a couple, but then he pulls some shit like asking you out.” I’m on Damon in a heartbeat as the last words leave DA Brandon’s mouth. My hand is around his throat, lifting him off the ground as I watch the color drain from his face.
“You what?” I snarl through my clenched teeth. He can’t get a word out because I’m cutting off his air supply. He dared to hit on my future wife, ask her out, and try to take her away from me. He must want to die or be the stupidest motherfucker on the planet.
“Please let Damon go,” she screams, tugging on my arm.
As good as it should feel to have her touch me, the sound of his name coming from her lips feels like a betrayal. “No. You were going to date this piece of shit. Now I want him dead even more.”
My father grips my shoulder. “Come on, now. Let him go, Son. He’s done with the Riders. He betrayed his brothers; he betrayed the future president of the Riders.” I let him fall into a heap on the ground, ripping the prospect patch from his vest and kicking him in the balls.
“Daddy, take me home please,” I hear her say through the blood rushing in my ears.
“Sure, sweetheart.” He pulls her into his arms, and she refuses to look at me. My chest burns so painfully with anger that I storm through the gate, passing everyone at the party to get into the clubhouse, needing to get away from her before I say or do something I regret.