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My body locked tight. “Motherfucker!” I bellowed, suddenly lurching for him, but I wasn’t the only one. Sophie lurched too, catching his arm and twisting it up behind his back to stop him from touching Maeve again, while my wife whirled around and shoved him away.

The fire in my chest burned out of control. The rage inside razed every thought, every emotion to the ground until all I could think of was getting to that motherfucker and kicking his ass from one end of the clubhouse to the other.

He touched my woman without her permission.

I slipped past Atlas and approached the fucknut, who Sophie still had doubled over with his arm in the air. I pulled my sneakered foot back and kicked the bastard in the stomach.

He let out a loud “Oof” and sank to the floor.

It was like I saw red and blacked out at the same time because the next thing I knew, he was on his back, pinned with my knees to his shoulders. All I could see in the back of my mind was the memory of him grabbing Maeve’s breast. I raised a fist and pummeled him across the face before grabbing his arm and lifting his hand high in the air.

The asshole wouldn’t go near her again. He wouldn’t even breathe the same air; I’d make sure of it.

Taking his thumb, I tugged it backward until I heard a sharp crack. “I’ll break every fucking finger you used to touch my wife, fucker,” I spat.

He let out a loud yowl.

Within seconds, I’d yanked his pinkie back, then his index and middle fingers. “You’re a perverted fucking cunt!” I bellowed, moving onto his ring finger and pulling it straight back until it cracked and bent the wrong way.

He screamed in pain.

“Callum,” Atlas barked.

I pulled my fist back again and gave him a hard jab across the jaw before doing the same with my other fist. With a groan, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he passed out.

That was when I registered a series of loud clicks filling the air.

“No!” Maeve screamed, and suddenly, she was on my back, her arms hugging me tight around my neck. “Stop it, Callum. They’ve got guns. Let him go, please, honey, let him go,” she whispered frantically into my ear from behind.

The fear in her tone slashed through me like a blade, and I reached up to comfort her.

“Don’t move, or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off,” a deep, weirdly-accented voice boomed.

I froze, except for my eyes that caught on the dude lying unconscious on the floor with his face bloody. My breath was shaky as I let out a deep exhale as Maeve’s words registered and my unfocused stare shot up to take in my surroundings.

The heat in my chest burned out with a fizzle, and my veins turned to ice when I realized I was completely surrounded by KOA brothers, every one of them with a gun pointed at my head.

Atlas, Breaker, and Donovan were shouting while being held back by a crowd of bikers. My boys were struggling to get to me, but it was futile; there were too many KOA brothers to get through.

“Jesus!” I bit out, sitting back on my haunches, my body jerking at the sight of Pagan pushing his way to the front of the crowd.

His stare rested on me before flicking toward the guy I had on the floor and an eyebrow lifted. “What the fuck’s goin’ on here?” he demanded.

I looked down at the unconscious man and closed my eyes when it hit me what I’d done.

Effectively, I’d come into a one-percenter biker clubhouse, been told to keep my ass in check, then proceeded to beat some handsy fucker to a pulp while a fuckload of them looked on.

These men were big on respect, and I may have crossed a line with consequences that could be painful to learn. It didn’t matter to the KOA boys that I was having my wife’s back. Their club and their rules came first.

And now I was staring down twenty barrels of twenty guns with nowhere to go.

My mind blanked apart from one solitary word.

Fuck!

CHAPTER 16

MAEVE

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