Page 71 of Jagger's Remorse
My cut being slid off my shoulders.
The ultimate disrespect to a biker.
"Now his gun," Diego commands.
More movement.
"Good girl. Now come here," he orders.
"First Mel," Scarlett negotiates.
"You're not in a position to negotiate," Diego states.
"I just killed the man I've been fucking for you. I'd say I've earned a little faith," she argues.
Diego laughs. "Faith? Is that what you think this is about?"
"Then what?" she questions.
"Ownership,princesa. You belong to me. Have since the moment I marked you," he declares.
"I belong to no one," she states firmly.
"No? Then why did you come when called? Why did you kill him when ordered?" he challenges.
"Because—" she starts.
The warehouse door explodes open.
The Three Devils MC roars in, guns already blazing.
"Iron Veins! Where's our blood?" one of them shouts.
Chaos erupts.
Diego's men pivot, caught between threats.
Three Three Devils open fire.
My brothers return it from their positions.
And in the middle, Scarlett moves.
Not away from danger.
Toward Mel.
I roll, come up shooting with the gun I had hid under my shirt earlier.
Very much not dead.
Diego's face contorts with rage. "You lying bitch!" he screams.
He aims for Scarlett.
I put three rounds center mass.
Watch him stagger but not fall.
