Page 43 of War

“Why did you go to prison?”

“Club got involved in some shit. We were running weapons, and we got caught. I took the fall.”

“Why are you only telling me now?”

“I don’t want secrets between us. Prez will use that to?—”

“So you’re only being honest now because you’re scared someone else will tell me and try and use it to pull us apart?”

He goes silent, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head.

“Right. I’m going to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Ora—”

I end the call.

CHAPTER TWENTY

WAR

“Get in the ring now,” I tell Scorp the second I see him. He’s in the kitchen, heating up leftovers that my fucking woman made.

He smirks but nods, stretching his head from side to side. “You want to do this now?”

Fuck yes, I do. I want to go and see Ora, but I’m also angry and want to work out some of my aggression first.

The real person I want to beat the shit out of is my prez, but I don’t think that will go down too well.

We both circle each other, but I dive in first with a right hook. I get lost in the moment, getting in a few good punches and kicks. His nose is bleeding, and I know my lip is cut. He’s a good fighter, but he doesn’t have rage flowing through his veins right now, and he has nothing to prove. I don’t care how educated, successful, or rich Scorpio is—he’s not getting what’s mine.

“That’s enough!” I turn and see Prez standing there, scowling. “Fuck!”

He storms out, slamming the gym door behind him. Bones and Skull, who were watching the fight, approach us.

“Feel better?” Bones asks, shaking his head with amusement. “Fuck, War. Those were some hard hits.”

I turn to Scorp. “Stay the fuck away from her.”

“Prez is the one who asked me to be here,” he fires back, his jaw clenching. “And yeah, she’s fucking beautiful, but I don’t see a property patch on her.”

“She’s still claimed,” I growl, and Bones holds me back as I try to get closer to him. Maybe he still needs another few fists to the skull. “I’m not fucking around. I’m your VP, and that ismyfucking woman. Youwillrespect that,you hear me?”

And I don’t give a fuck what the president says.

Scorp nods, wiping the blood away from his face. “Loud and clear.”

I take a long shower and then head off to see Ora. I had one of the prospects, Danger, keep an eye on her, making sure she got to and from work safely and was protected while she was there. I understand there will be times that I’m going to have to be away from Ora when I’m on club business, but I hate that we had an argument while I was away and couldn’t fix it. Telling her about me doing time over the phone was a mistake I won’t be making again.

Fuck, I miss her.

Her vanilla scent, her smile, those fucking dimples.

I need to be inside her right now.

I’m almost at my bike when Angel calls my name. “Club Cobra has been hit. We all have to head there now.”

Motherfucker.

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