Page 102 of One Night with the Biker

“Face me,” I said, my hard tone doing nothing to dissuade her.

My soft dick, however, did.

She looked up at me with furrowed brows, glancing between my eyes and my exposed manhood.

“Oh,” she muttered, realization finally sinking in. “Roman, I—”

“Save it,” I barked, moving to make myself decent again.

She grabbed my wrist, and I paused. Apparently, she took that as a signal to continue, but when her hand found my cock, I recoiled.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“It’s okay if it’s hard for your dick to rise. You’re getting up there in age. If you need some time—”

A disbelieving laugh left me. “You think that’s the issue? No, sweetheart, I have no problem getting hard.”

“Clearly, you’re fucking lying, because you’re soft—”

Putting my cock away could wait. It wouldn’t be the first time I killed someone with my balls out.

Using my hands was still difficult, but I managed to wrap one around her throat and squeeze. Not as hard as I would’ve liked, but enough for her to get the goddamn message. She squeaked, falling silent as her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

“You know why my dick is soft, bitch? Because I feel nothing for you. You’re a backstabbing little cunt that’s a waste of oxygen,” I growled, tightening my grip around her throat out of sheer willpower.

She choked and sputtered, clawing at my hand as she tried to squirm away. I pressed my knee down on her stomach, keeping her still as I choked the life out of her.

“Ainsley trusted you, Nova, and you repaid her by blabbing your big fucking mouth and sentencing her to die.”

Just the thought turned my stomach. Ainsley would still be safe and sound had Nova shut the fuck up. My little sister would’ve told me of her pregnancy eventually, surely before she entered the second trimester. It would’ve been early enough for me to convince her to abort it, without every Bloody Scorpion in Kansas City wanting her dead.

Would I have been happy? Fuck, no. Would this rift between me and her exist? Also, no. Once my anger cleared, I would’ve apologized for whatever ugly words I’d spewed.

“And let’s not forget,” I continued, a cruel smirk spreading across my face as her movements grew weaker. “This was after you punched her for whatever goddamn reason. I don’t know why, because unlike you, Ainsley is loyal. She never told me what the hell went down to lead to you laying hands on her.”

After Ainsley’s revelation, I suspected it had something to do with Louisiana. I could use this time to confirm my theory and find out how long Nova had been pitching pussy to a Royal Bastard. But I wasn’t interested. I didn’t care since I wouldn’tdo anything with the information. I certainly wouldn’t tell Boom Boom or any of those motherfuckers in my club. They’d tried to kill Ainsley. I’d never forgive them. I felt no fucking allegiance to those assholes any longer. If Bash wasn’t a psycho woman killer, I’d prefer to throw in my lot with him. As it stood, I didn’t belong anywhere any longer.

“Roman.” Nova sounded pitiful. She’d perfected her manipulation tactics. “I’m s-sorry.”

“No, you aren’t, so don’t fucking lie when you’re just moments from facing Judgment.” No matter what she said, she wouldn’t be leaving this motel room alive. “If Boom Boom was a motherfucker to you, you should’ve come to me for help. You didn’t have to betray Ainsley.”

“I had no choice!”

“Not at the club,” I agreed. “While we were on the road, you voluntarily called Boom Boom and revealed Ainsley’s pregnancy.”

An idea came to me, one that had me stepping away from the bed and releasing her. She scrambled back, rubbing her neck as she looked at me with wide, terrified eyes. Tears streamed down her face, but it did little to move me.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, her voice hoarse. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean—”

“You never mean to do shit, Nova. Ever since you were a little girl, you’d get into all sorts of trouble and fuck over people and then be too much of a pussy to own what you did.”

A coward was one of the worst things in the world, right up there with snitches, badges, and abusers.

“I’m feeling generous tonight,” I continued, her sniffles grating on my nerves. “You have five seconds to leave the room. If you survive, keep your fucking mouth shut.”

With that, I began to count. She tripped over herself exiting the bed, scooping up a white robe I hadn’t noticed before. It wascovering her body by the time I reached three, and she made it to the door by the time I reached five.

But, it wasn’t open, disqualifying her from living.

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