Page 85 of One Night with the Biker

I glared at him. He only seemed to care that I was a good big brother. Everything else flew the fuck over his head.

“He has her firmly in his corner. Once you get over your anger, you’re going to want to be a part of her life. Your best shot may be to patch over to the Bastards.”

“Absolutely fucking not! Fuck no. I’d rather piss on those motherfuckers’ graves, then to break bread with them.”

“The feeling is probably mutual, but you don’t have to be an empty nester. You can be a doting uncle and a loving brother.”

“Or a dead one.”

“Always a risk, Roman, but I believe Reese might be willing to listen and try to help you.”

“You’re insane. He’d want nothing to do with me, and that feeling is mutual, too. I don’t understand how you reached such a fucking conclusion.

“He didn’t have to risk his life to save her. Had it been me, I certainly wouldn’t have. A dead cunt is a dead cunt.”

“I noticed how little regard you have for women,” I sneered.

“Little regard?” Bash chortled. “Ihatebitches. Except Celia. Maybe if I had a bitch like Hopper or Kendall…” He shrugged. “Who knows? I’m a little obsessed with Meggie but for a different reason. Hopper isn’t out of reach and Kendall is a kid brother’s wife, who I haven’t formally met. I still intend to shoot my shot but I think she’s loyal to the brainless blond.”

Despite my annoyance that he insisted on talking about fuckheads I didn’t know, I laughed. “What does this have to dowith any fucking thing? I don’t know any of those people, but I know you.”

“Doubtful. I’m more complex than you think. I’m not merely a mindless woman killer.”

“But youarea woman killer?”

His look of disapproval chafed me. “Careful, or I’ll think you have Johnnie’s brain. Or lack of.”

I lifted a brow.

“The brainless blond,” he supplied. “One of my half-brothers.”

“How many do you have?”

“Lost count years ago. The two that matter the most are Johnnie and Outlaw.”

“Your enemies?”

“Outlaw,” he said with a shrug. “Johnnie is his own fucking enemy. If he didn’t think he was the sharpest knife in the drawer, he might realize exactly who he’s betraying.” Bash grabbed a cigarette from behind his ear, then lit it with the lighter he took from his pocket. “As for why I’m telling you all this, you’re going to be here for a few weeks. I thought maybe you’d like to know a little about me.” He took a drag of his cigarette and released the smoke. “Besides, I respect a man who goes to war for his sister.”

“As long as I keep her away from you. If you hate women, my association to her wouldn’t matter.”

“She’s your sister and you’re my drug supplier. By the way, how tall is she?”

“Five seven. Why?”

“Thought she was tall. She’s very pretty. After I saw her try to stand up to those dead fucks, I had to get my cock sucked. I love a woman with long legs, a gorgeous face, and a world of bitchiness. A woman who’s a little wild and a whole lot of mean turns me on. Haven’t met many of them. Most cunts look at me like I’m the big bad wolf. And small chicks just annoy me.The world’s a better place without such weak cunts. They’re so fucking easy to break.”

I stiffened, hating the images those words provoked. I got the sense that Bash meant breaking in the literal sense.

“Have no use for little chicks but to fuck them and dispose of them,” he said around of huff of smoke. “But bitches like Ainsley, Kendall, and Hopper? If I put stock into the romances I read, that’s who I’d go for.”

Squinting, I cocked my head to the side, sure I’d misunderstood. “You read romance novels?”

“Only place I’ll ever find love.”

“Maybe, if you didn’t see women as fucking targets, you could’ve found love.”

He grunted. “Love isn’t in my cards. Neither are romance and marriage.”

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