Page 44 of Not Your Romeo

Griz threw it open for us and he ushered me outside.

“Saint?”

“Yeah. He said you sucker punched him and I owed him for what we gobbled.”

The laugh that lodged in Ziggy’s throat was anything but humored, “That right?”

“Just take me home,” I pleaded.

“You got it, love.” He kissed the side of my head and stopped beside a motorcycle.

“I thought– you didn’t have your bike?” I was sure someone had told me why, but at that moment, everything was a blur.

“Menace has my bike. So, Henny gave me Menace’s bike.”

I slowly nodded and climbed behind him.

“Wait on Talon and Cane and get back to the clubhouse,” Ziggy called to Griz.

Griz nodded, then looked toward someone in a prospect vest who ended up tailing us back to the house.

I sighed hard and dropped my bag on the floor inside the front door as soon as I arrived. Then I flopped down on the sofa, exhausted.

“Why is your bandage torn?” Ziggy asked, taking a seat on the coffee table.

I lifted my gaze to him, confused at first.

“Saint scratched it trying to steal my laptop bag.” I offhandedly gestured toward the area I’d left my bag. “God, it burned.”

He gently peeled the bandage off and looked it over. “Light scratching, hold still.”

He took a picture with my phone and sent it to a number I didn’t recognize.

“Sauce will tell you if it’s okay or not. He might take a second to respond.” Ziggy palmed my cheek, tilting my head and studying my mouth.

“Your lip is split,” That observation came much quieter than the one about the bandage, but damn if it didn’t rumble with distaste.

“Guess you ain’t the only one who sucker punches.” I tried to smile, but it made my lip burn like it was splitting further, and I hissed.

“Mhm,” Zig murmured, “Tell you what, get yourself a shower. You’ll feel better. Cook something nice, we’ll eat in and catch a movie, okay?”

He didn’t wait to hear my answer, he planted a kiss on my crown and marched back out the door. I blinked at the sound of the door latching. It was such a soft sound, really, but it was the first time I’d ever encountered it. I wasn’t used to hearing justice sought in my name. He fired up that bike, and I sucked in a hard breath. The first one I’d ever claimed as a woman who knew her own power.

I’d merely called my husband, and in doing so, I’d summoned the hounds on Saint.

I didn’t like the idea of anyone being hurt, but I had no idea what he intended to do to me. What was he even thinking coming at me in public like that? The longer I thought about it, the more righteous I felt about all of it. I hadn’t asked him to bring two ounces. I was on a routine drop off with him for a single ounce, his ass wanted to show off and now he thought I was fixing to pay for it.

No, Sir. Not today. After another ten minutes of stewing on shit and replaying it all in mind, I decided he’d left me no choice in all of it.

Whatever happened was on him. He was a D-boy, alright. Clearly, I was just late to the game in understanding that the D stood for dumbass.

Chapter Twenty

Cut the Head Off

Ziggy

I met up with Griz and Cane to follow a lead Capone had up the freeway. Henny needed to focus on his daughter, so he’d stayed behind. Henny aside, I couldn’t ask for a better pair to accompany me on such a mission.

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