Page 114 of One Night with the Biker

“That little motherfucker. Fine. I accept your deal. Easton, call with an update as soon as you can,” Bash ordered, and disconnected.

“You just got Tio’s ass beat, Roman,” Easton chided.

“London’s miserable because she can’t see her brother,” Roman said flatly. “Fuck Tio. I’d just as soon break that fuckhead in two.”

Easton sighed. “Not many people want smoke with my little brother.”

Roman got to his feet, and some of the younger members shifted. Instead of going for their weapons to shoot an enemy down, unease wafted from them. Ainsley’s brother was a tall man who could easily intimidate the inexperienced. He smiled viciously. “Not many people want smoke with me, Easton,” he said in a deadly tone, and started off.

Louisiana planted himself in front of Roman, blocking him from walking outside.

Roman lifted a brow.

“You killed Nova,” Louisiana accused.

And? She was a bitch to Ainsley and almost ruined his goddamn marriage. What did her fucking death matter?

“She hurt Ainsley,” Roman said simply.

What more did he have to say? Those three words spoke volumes.

Louisiana stepped out of the way and Roman continued outside. I followed him. Ainsley adored that motherfucker. Talking to him might help me. Everyone else seemed so calm when all I wanted to do was leave.

Roman leaned against a post near the entrance. He glanced over his shoulder, then turned away again.

“What do you want, Sinclair?”

“Ainsley thought you were dead.” Accusation laced my tone. “You could’ve clued her in. She was devastated.”

“I thought it was better. I didn’t want Boom Boom catching wind of me being alive.”

“Were you really planning to blow up your own fucking clubhouse?”

“What’s it to you? They’re your enemies. Be fucking happy.”

I stiffened. “You’re my goddamn enemy as a Scorpion enforcer. You spend a lot of time at that fucking clubhouse from what Ainsley—”

“It’s not my clubhouse,” he interrupted on a growl. “Once I get Ainsley back, I will blow it up. Hopefully with whoever’s still breathing after we’re done.”

“You’re not one of us,” I said sharply.

“Didn’t ask to be, but Ainsley’smylittle sister. I get to say what happens to her once she’s recovered.”

“Bullshit!”

“You didn’t marry her. That makes me her next of kin.”

“Shut the fuck up, Roman. Ainsley sang your fucking praises about all that you taught her and you’ve just given up on her? Already concluded she’s dead? Fuck you.” I suddenly wanted to beat that fuckhead to the ground. “Fuck you,” I shouted again. “If Ainsley were dead, I’d know. I’d feel it somehow.”

“So, she wasn’t just a piece of ass to you.”

I growled.

He sidled a quick glance at me. “Trinity wasn’t that for me. I cared about her. I thought she was pregnant by me.”

“Ainsley told me,” I gritted.

“For what it’s worth, I don’t make a habit of killing women. Trinity two-timed me and disrespected my sister, who, by the way begged for Trinity’s life.”

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