Page 61 of Prince Charming

His uncle was so desperate to get a foothold in any part of Colorado again, he didn’t see how easily he was being played. Like taking candy from an obese baby.

Rider smirked to himself.

He was getting married in a few months, finally giving his name to his Icy girl. Before that, he was gonna crush this motherfucker into the dirt and grin while he did it.

Blood meant nothing to him when it was a traitor.

According to Juicy’s intel, Rex was next to broke, where he was gonna get two million from, Rider didn’t know, but he would enjoy taking it from him.

Already tasting the coppery tang of victory.

Nothing Rider liked more than destroying an enemy with kindness.

He smiled for the rest of the day.

SEVENTEEN

“Not every girl had her own murderous Prince.” - Marianna

The only thought he had now was hunting down his Russian girl.

A pep in his step, Tag came to a screeching halt when he saw the eldest Marinos son towering over Marianna.

“Don’t fucking care if it’s not your job,bitch. Get me a damn coffee.” He barked.

Not even inside one of his cages had Tag felt rage rise so fast from his soul.

There was no way to tell how he moved, only that he grabbed the dead man by the back of his neck with a hard clawing hand and slammed him face first to the floor.

The guy went down like a bag of bricks.

Marianna’s gasp clanged through his eardrums.

The fucker wheezed, crying out like a little bitch.

Holding him down, Tag used his weight to pin a knee in the middle of his back.

“What the fuck, dude. What thefucking fuck. Get the fuck off me!”

Inside the cage, Tag was told he was a complete beast. He felt in control there, as though his true purpose on this earth came together when he was putting the hurt on someone with his martial arts skills. Sometimes he had out-of-body experiences where fights didn’t register until he’d won.

He’d watched fights back, and it was like viewing Godzilla let loose on the city.

Outside of the ring, he was a decent guy.

As decent as a deplorable biker who straddled the lines of the law could be.

He was no altar boy.

Rarely did he choose violence to remedy an issue, he didn’t have a fast trigger and could handle his temper pretty well, but neither was Tag all good either.

Well, that fucked off.

He was boiling inside.

Ready to murder this jerk in plain sight.

“Did you call her a bitch?” He grated through his teeth. The man squealed, trying to flop like a fish, but Tag outweighed him. “I fucking said did youcall her a bitch?”

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