Page 17 of Slayin Villain
“She’s safe, Beau.I promise… You catch more flies with honey.Don’t fret.I’ve got this.”
“So, about the ceremony,” I started, leaving Haven’s security in Eve’s hands.
“Tell me the truth,” she whispered, fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans.“You doing this to prove something?You still mad I went on tour with Bubba?Or are you just trying to distract yourself?”
I kissed her slow, deep, tasting her smile and the smoke on my tongue.
“Both,” I said, pulling her into the room.“I’m still livid you lied to me and didn’t tell me about my baby inside you.”
We fucked like the end of the world was coming.
Hands on the windows.Nails in my back.Her moans echoing off the cracked brick walls like a gospel for sinners.I slapped my hand over her mouth so we wouldn’t wake the kids.She bit my hand when she came, and I took it like an oath.
Afterward, we laid there in the glow of the neon sign that buzzed just outside the window, Royal Road flickering like a goddamn crown in the dark.
“You ever miss it?”she asked softly, head resting on my chest.
“What?”
“Before all this.Before the club turned into all politics and posturing.”
I didn’t answer right away.I ran my fingers down her spine, slow, like counting old money.
“I miss it,” I said finally.“I miss when it was simple.You ride.You fight.You fuck.You don’t explain shit to no one.”
“And now?”
“Now I gotta throw a party just to remind these bastards who the real king is.Things will be different after we patch over.We’ll be back, baby.The Bastard Sons MC will be ours.A club for Angel and Prince, and whoever this lil’ devil in your belly is.”
Eve propped herself on one elbow, her eyes fierce.“Then throw the damn party.Burn the town down if you have to.But don’t forget who helped you build this kingdom.”
I grabbed her by the throat, gentle but firm.“Never, baby.You’re my queen.”
Her lips curled.“Damn right.”
Later, I lit another cigar and stepped out onto the balcony, looking over the compound.
Villain would get the bylaws done.He always came through.But he was getting sloppy.Distracted.Pussy-drunk.And that could be a problem if I didn’t steer him back on track.
I had big plans.Loud ones.Ones that would leave the rest of the MC world in the dust.
Fire dancers.Barbed-wire cage matches.A live tattoo artist to ink the new recruits in front of the crowd.Motorcycles jumping through rings of flames.Maybe a high-stakes poker table in the middle of the pool, surrounded by gators.
And when the new patches went on?
They’d go on with smoke and a body count if needed.If the head bastard himself showed up, trying to stop us.
Because this wasn’t just a patch-over.
It was a damn coronation.
I was becoming the king of my own kingdom.
Chapter 7
Rachel
I used to think being the biker’s girl meant always having a seat at the table.
