Page 29 of One Night with the Biker

I nodded vigorously.

“Tell me about the Royal Bastard who brought Roman to you.”

“I don’t know much.” My voice trembled.

“Is Nova involved with him?”

“No! Of course not. She’d never betray you.”

“I heard otherwise. The calls logs from her last phone bill shows an unfamiliar number answered by an unfamiliar motherfucker. If you’re lying to me, I’ll give you to Kite and let him fuck every hole you have, then I’ll make you disappear. Royal Bastards are our enemies.”

“I know, Boom Boom.”

He walked to the safe in the corner, opened it, and pulled out five straps of hundreds. “Make that last until Roman’s back in circulation. Send his hospital bills to me.” He threw them at my head. They hurt when they hit and left me slightly dizzy as the money smacked the floor “Now, crawl on your fucking knees, get the money, and get the fuck out of my club.”

In spite of my pain and fear, I cursed Boom Boom to hell and back, but I gathered the money, stood, and rushed to the door.

“Ainsley?”

I halted.

“Answer me!” he yelled.

“Yes, Boom Boom?” I said tiredly.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself. You got yourself beat and Nova hurt.”

I begged to differ.

“Next time, know your place and shut your fucking mouth. If you would’ve accepted Nova’s apology, all this could’ve been avoided.”

“I understand. I m-m-mean I know. I’m sorry.”

“Finally got it right.” Boom Boom laughed. “Remember, don’t open your fucking mouth to Roman. He’s rabid about protecting you. Wouldn’t want no hard feelings between us.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I whispered, “yes, sir.”

“Get out.”

I ran all the way to my car.

Staring at the ceiling in my bedroom, I watched the fan blades spin on the axis, wondering how much longer I could hold in my piss. A man could only take so much humiliation. I couldn’t even piss like a guy. I had to sit my ass on the toilet like I had a pussy.

I tipped my head back and blinked. Pain traveled through my entire body, radiating from the stumps formerly known as my hands to my shoulder and all the cuts and abrasions I’d suffered. If I hadn’t checked myself out, I probably would’ve still had adrip to ease me.

They’d done all they could. I would’ve remained in the hospital for fuck all except bills. Which I couldn’t afford at the moment. I had to swallow my pride and call my president with a voice activated device Ainsley set up.

Boom Boom had been an abusive asshole to his old lady, but he loved his kids—especially Nova—and he liked Ainsley. Whatever I might’ve done or didn’t do wouldn’t reflect on her. She was a kid and that counted for something.

Soon, she would return with the cash Boom Boom wanted to give me to tide me over since I’d be out of commission for a few months. I never considered myself a quitter, but I’d never burdened anyone else with my needs. Especially my little sister.

She fed me, combed my hair and kept me shaved, while Kylie came every afternoon to wash me off. I still wore bandages where my hands had once been and the surgical stitches remained in my shoulder where I’d been shot.

Ainsley didn’t deserve my fuckheadedness. I should’ve been happy to be alive, so I could find a suitable husband for her and get her somewhere safe. Living without my hands was more humiliating than if they’d just killed me. For that matter, I didn’t know why they let me fucking live.

After I watched Dayton OD, I called Boom Boom and brought him up to speed. He knew my location and knew when I’d arrive back in town.

Kylie and I made sure we didn’t leave anything behind, then walked the fuck out and went to my bike. I was so fucking glad I’d used an alias. It wouldn’t do any good if I’d left any evidence, even trace amounts of DNA on the bodies. Dayton wanted to party, but he hadn’t wanted to be seen with me. A plus for me.

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