Page 2 of Property of Woods

I shake my head.“No hospital.No police.”I pause to catch my breath.

“Shit.Okay.I know where to go.”

“Should have killed that fucker when I had the chance,” Big Daddy grumbles.Him and Gwynee argue amongst themselves about whether or not it was Thad who hurt me.

Big Daddy is a huge man with thick biceps and Gwynee is a dainty chick with dark hair who is like twenty years younger than him.They shouldn’t make sense, but the burly, bad ass biker treats her like a queen.Despite their size difference, they look good together.

I know Big Daddy will kill him once I tell him about Thad’s plans, but what if he doesn’t believe me?What if he thinks I came here as part of Thad’s plan to come after him and his club?He’s not a man to be fucked with.He didn’t get to where he is by baking cookies and giving assholes a pass to step to him again.

When Cecilia pulled up at the gates of the Kings of Anarchy MC to bring me to Big Daddy’s mansion, I didn’t know if I was relieved or scared.Right now, I’m somewhere in the middle.

The man has a temper and right now, the expression he wears is murderous.Brows pinching tight, lips pulled in an even harder line.Eyes so dark they appear inky and evil.

I don’t know whether to fear him or be happy that I’m under his roof where Thad can’t reach me.Not without going through the hundreds of bikers here for the annual KOAMC rally.

“We’ll worry about the who later.Right now, why don’t we get you cleaned up in my room?Just you, me, and Cecilia,” Gwynee says softly, squeezing my hand.

I married the man who cheated on her and she’s treating me with such care.

“I’ve got Doc Stevens coming to take a look at that lip and to see if she needs treated for rape,” Big Daddy announces and I lose it, bursting into tears.

This is too much.“No one raped me.”My voice comes out, choked on my sobs.“Thad was drunk.I made him angry, and he hit me.It’s not as bad as it looks.”

“I don’t care how mad he was.There’s never a good reason for putting hands on your woman, or any woman,” Cecilia says, and she’s not wrong.I don’t know why I’m trying to defend Thad.

He’s an asshole and I never should have married him.

I fell for him so easily.

I’m such a fool.

I thought he loved me.

I need to warn them of his plans.“There’s more.”Big Daddy and his club should know the crazy shit he was saying about them.

“It’s alright.”Gwynee brushes my hair from my face, pressing an ice pack to the knot forming from the brutal punch I took to the face.

“I-…” my voice cracks.“I need to tell you what Thad is planning.”I swipe my fingers under my eyes, drying my tears.“He was talking about the club and how he hates all of you.Said the town would be better off if he got rid of you.I told him he was talking nonsense, but he said he made a deal with some guy.Hector something.He was saying all sorts of things about funneling drugs through the furniture business.Said the Kings stole his legacy.”

“Fucking hell,” Big Daddy mutters.“Don’t let her out of your sight,” he tells another biker by the name of Woods.

The tough-looking biker folds his arms across his chest, and I’m worried they don’t believe me.

“Thank you for telling us,” Gwynee says, and a teeny bit of the tension leaves me as I relax my shoulders.

I continue pressing the ice pack to my face, hoping I don’t have any actual damage other than my broken heart.

I can’t bear the way Gwynee keeps looking at me.Like she feels sorry for me.This is my fault.

“You’ve been nothing but good to me.I don’t understand why he’d want to hurt any of you.When I attempted to text you a warning about what he was saying, he attacked me.I’d never seen him so angry.I mean, he’s pushed me around here and there, but nothing like this.I thought he was going to kill me.”

“He won’t get the chance,” Woods says, sounding lethal and looking like he means business.Covered in tattoos with thick arms, he could do some damage with his fists.

His dark gaze meets mine.Intense.Scary.Dangerous.Sexy.He looks like the kind of man who will ruin a girl’s lipstick in a good way.Unlike my asshole of a husband.

Gwynee gives me another supportive squeeze on the wrist.“I should have tried harder to tell you how shitty of a person he is.”

“It’s my fault.Not yours.If it wasn’t me, it would have been someone else.”I’m the one who fell for his fake charm.I’m the one who believed he meant it when he said he loved me.I’m the one who stayed after he put his hands on me for the first time.

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