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“I didn’t touch anotherfucking woman.I kept Rose with me at all times.”Hardy took a stepcloser to him.

“Wow, good for you,” Whizz said.“You gave her fuck all while she had to make the effort.Whatexactly did you do besides keep her pussy on tap for you?You don’tdeserve her.Rose should leave your ass and find another man whocan give her what she needs.”

Whizz fell on his ass from Hardy’spunch.

“Hold up,” Murphy said,grabbing Hardy.

“You little fucking punk.Come on, get up.”Hardy spat the words back to him.

Wiping the blood from underneath hisnose, Whizz got to his feet.

“Everyone’s treating youlike fucking porcelain around here because of the shit thathappened to you.”

Any other time Whizz would havewithdrawn.He’d walk away as the memories would be too hard tohandle.Lacey’s face as he slid inside her warm heat invaded everysingle one of his senses, forcing the bad memories away.He was nolonger held in place, scared, terrified.Standing tall, he glaredat Hardy.

“And you’re too busy whining likea fucking pussy.‘Rose is going to leave me.Where’s Rose?I don’tknow what I’ll do.’Be a fucking man,” Whizz said, mimickingHardy’s voice before returning to his own.He told Murphy to letHardy go.He wanted to take on the fucker.

Murphy let Hardy go, but Whizz was readyfor him.He took the impact from Hardy’s body, sliding to theground.Hitting his ass hard on the ground, Whizz grunted butrolled, slamming his fist against Hardy’s face.The other manjerked back but not before landing a blow to his stomach.Whizzwelcomed the pain as he looked at Hardy.

“You’ve got no idea whatyou’re talking about,” Hardy said, wiping the blood from hislip.

“You’re right, I don’t.I’venever cheated on one of my women with a whore.Or was she asweet-butt?I wonder how many other brothers had her ass before yougot to her.Rose was a virgin when you took her.I thought she waspart of the club, but she wasn’t, was she?”Whizz asked.

The first time he joined The Skulls, he’dtruly believed Rose started out as a sweet-butt.They’d gotten herconfused with her friend.Rose had come with a sweet-butt andcaught Hardy’s eye.She hadn’t been passed around the brothers likeWhizz had thought.There was a lot about the couple he didn’tknow.

Hardy landed a punch to Whizz’s face,clocking his ribs before he pushed Hardy back.

“What the fuck are you doing?”Sandy asked, pushing her way through the crowd.Eva was herding upthe children to get them out of sight.The other brothers werecrowding around them including the three prospects they’d taken on,Baker, Fighter, and Ink.

“Teaching this little bastard alesson.”Hardy went to land another blow, but Whizz stopped him by blockingthe hit, then slamming one of his own underneath Hardy’schin.

They fought for a good tenminutes before they both ended up on the floor, rolling around,hitting each other, firing out curses.No one tried to stop them.

Whizz heard a car pull up in the distance.Both of them looked up to see Rose and Tiny climbing out of thecar.They jerked apart as if their father had caught them.His bodyached from the punches, and he might even have a cracked rib or twofrom Hardy’s fists.

“What the fuck is goingon?”Tiny asked.Their president looked past the group to glare atLash.

“Don’t look at me.I wasn’tdoing anything.”

“You weren’t fuckingstopping it either,” Tiny said, glaring.

Yep, Lash was trying to do a bad jobso Tiny would have to pick another brother to take over theclub.

“I’ll deal with you later,”Tiny said, pointing at Lash.“What are you two doing?”

Whizz looked to Hardy to see himlooking back.“Nothing.”

“No, you don’t get to nothing me.For the first time in over five fucking years we’re enemy free.We’re getting our shit back together.Gonzalez took a shitload fromus, we were forced to wipe out another club, and one of ourbrothers is laid up in hospital scared shitless that we’re going tooff him.I come home to find two more brothers beating the shit outof each other.You better have a good fucking reason as to whyyou’re doing it as ‘nothing’ is not going to fucking cut it withme.”

Neither of them spoke.

“They were arguing about Rose,”Tate said, standing in front of Murphy.Whizz glared toward theother woman.She shrugged.“You were fighting about her.Hardy’sbeen whining about her being gone.Shit got said, and it escalated.”

He should have known Tate couldn’tkeep her mouth shut.

“You can’t do it, can you?”Rose asked, glaring at Hardy.“Why can’t you give me some peace,just for once?”

Tears were in her eyes as she staredback at her man.

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