Page 69 of Colt

My princess slumped back in her seat. “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe,” I retorted. “But I’m not havin’ little pissants like yourChristiantalkin’ shit about ya. End of.”

Freya's eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean, talking shit?”

My chest tightened. “Told all his Neanderthal cronies that next time he saw you, he intended on giving you his dick.”

Her mouth fell open. “He said what?”

“Ain’t repeatin’ myself, Princess. I gave you the tame version. He got lucky that I only broke his nose and not his legs to boot.”

“Oh my God. Why would he say that?” she wailed, cheeks pinkening.

My fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Ain’t lyin’.”

Freya turned her head, staring out of her window. “I know. You've always given it to me straight, even when you think the truth hurts.”

She was right. I never lied.

Maybe it was because I was related to a man who lied and cheated on his wife and business associates. I’d watched my father screw his circle over for years and even become revered for it. Eventually, he also screwed me over without a thought because brutality and deviousness were respected in that world. It was why I wanted no part of it.

Silence filled the car until we pulled up to her apartment block.

I pulled into a space, cut the engine, and jogged around the hood to help Freya out. Just as I grabbed her hand, Abigail pulled up and parked a few spaces away.

Pulling Freya to me, I waited for Abi to park and get out before I laced Freya’s fingers with mine, and we all walked toward the block.

“You two made up then,” Abi murmured, glancing at our connected hands before her lips twitched. “You sure showed him, Freya.”

“There was more to the story than Christian told me,” Freya explained as I opened the door and ushered them inside the building. “He’d been selective with the truth.”

“Right,” Abi drawled, eyes twinkling at me. “So, he deserved a broken nose after all. Gotcha.”

I smirked.

Freya’s teeth sunk into her bottom lip. “It’s a biker thing,” she muttered as we ascended the stairs. “You wouldn’t understand. It doesn't end well if a man disrespects a woman from the club.”

My lips twitched. Punching Christian had nothing to do with club values and everything to do with him sniffing around Freya. It was probably best to keep that on the lowdown, though.

We got to Freya’s floor and said our goodbyes to her friend before unlocking the door to her apartment and going inside.

Freya stretched her arms in the air and gave a little yawn. “I’m showering and going to bed,” she told me before heading down the hallway to her bedroom.

I grabbed some water before following her and getting the bag of goodies that I bought for us out of the closet.

Freya thought our fight was over, and it was to a point. Except she needed to be punished for the way she spoke to me outside the hospital. Pulling out the thin black leather bindings, butt plug, and vibrator, I smiled. My princess wouldn’t know what had hit her.

All too soon, the shower went silent, and the sounds of Freya brushing her teeth and drying off sounded from the bathroom. I dropped the bag down the side of the bed, stripped down, and put my clothes in the laundry basket before lying back on the bed, waiting.

I didn’t have to wait long.

Freya wandered into the bedroom, brushing her damp hair and wearing a short towel.

My hard stare traveled down her bare legs. “Get on the bed.”

She halted, her eyes widening as she looked at my nakedness. “I thought we weren’t going to—”

“That was before you mouthed off at me, Princess,” I said, cutting her off. “You made your mind up without even talkin’ to me. When will you start realizing that everything I do is for your benefit? Do you think I want assholes like Christian goin’ around town talkin’ shit about you? You’re no slut Freya, you’re intelligent and sweet. All he sees when he looks at you is another notch on his bedpost, whereas all I see is beauty.” I threw my legs over the bed, stood, and stalked toward her.

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