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However, Colt was a biker, and they lived by a different code. Atlas smashed Iceman’s bike and truck up just for joking about taking Sophie out. For them, it all boiled down to respect.

“I’m really sorry, Christian,” I murmured, gently wiping antiseptic fluid over his cuts.

His eyebrows drew together. “Are you two together, together?”

“Yeah.” I glanced at Christian before going back to his cuts. “I’ll talk to him. I’ll make sure he doesn’t come near you again.”

Christian nodded. “Probably for the best. Though I wanna reiterate something. I like you, Freya. I think you’re special. I’d love to get to know you better.”

I let out a humorless laugh. “I’m going back home in a few days, and anyway, I’m surprised you ever want to see me again after what Colt did.”

“You’ll be shocked at how resilient I am,” Christian muttered.

“The doctor will be with you soon,” I assured him. “I’m going to order a CT scan. It’s a precaution we carry out with any head injury. Will you be okay here?”

“Yeah.” He caught my hand gently. “You need to have a talk with him, Freya. I’m no rat, but if that nutcase comes to my place of work again, I’ll have to call the cops. It’s bad for business.”

I nodded, lips pursing.

What Colt had done was ridiculous. We weren’t at the club now, and he was lucky Christian wasn’t pressing charges. It felt like I was in a dream. I’d never seen Colt fight over a woman before, and his behavior had seriously riled me up.

“Oh, don’t worry, Christian,” I responded. “By the time I’ve finished with Colt, he’ll never darken your door again. I may come across like Doris fucking Day, but don’t be fooled. There’s more biker babe in me than you think.”

Chapter Fifteen

Colt

My jaw clenched as for the twentieth time that hour. I checked my watch, and my thoughts began to race.

Freya had finished work twenty minutes ago and still hadn’t come out. Maybe she’d gotten caught up with a patient or even an emergency. I knew it was customary for a volunteer to get held up with the shitty jobs, even though she’d been at work since the crack of dawn.

But even as I tried to justify her absence in my head, I knew exactly what she was playing at. Freya was punishing me for punching Christian.

For the hundredth time that day, I wished I’d rinsed his bank account and fucked up his credit instead of going all Rocky Balboa on his ass.

I’d made an error in judgment and let him get to me. Though after the shit he told me he was gonna do to Freya when I left, he was lucky I didn’t end his sorry life.

My heart jumped as I finally caught Freya walking out of the hospital with Abigail. I opened the door and jumped outta the car. “Yo!” I shouted over in case she hadn’t seen me waiting. “Here, baby.”

Freya and her friend both slowed down, both looking straight at me.

Waving again, I shot her the sexy smile that usually made panties drop from ten paces. “Your chariot awaits,” I shouted.

I swear I saw my princess’s eyes turn to slits, even thirty feet away. My heart sank as I watched her pop a hip and jam one hand to it before raising her other arm high in the air and sticking out her middle finger.

My head reared back.

Freya dropped her hand and with her eyes flashing, she shrieked, “You, Colter Van Der Cleeve can fuck right off!”

A snarl escaped my throat.

“You can go back to Wyoming now for all I care. God knows why you thought I’d put up with your bullshit shenanigans, but you’ve lost your damned mind. I don’t like bullies. Fuck off back to playing Counter-Strike 2 and jacking off to those weird ass anime porn sites you’re so fond of. I’m done with you.”

My cock hardened, and it wasn’t at the thought of some weird ass anime porn site.

Fuck me, Freya looked hot standing there with stormy eyes, giving me shit. I mean, she was gonna get her ass tanned for bein’ so fuckin’ lippy, but I’d have been lying through my teeth if I said I didn’t like it.

As much as aggressive women turned me off, an angry Freya was a sexy Freya.

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