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“You know my name is Killerfor a reason, right?”he asked, ready to fight anyone.
“Your name is Theodore, and I cankeep using it if you want.”Tiny took a step closer, advancingtoward him until they stood toe to toe with each other.“You wantto try this, then let’s do this.”Tiny stared into his eyes,waiting.
Killer didn’t know if he’d ever beable to beat Tiny.The man had at least fifteen years’ experienceon him, maybe more.
“I’m not going to fightyou,” Killer said.
“You a fuckingpussy?”
“No, I’m showing my clubpresident respect.My problems have nothing to do with the club.I’m not going to make it start now.You guys are still myfamily.”
Tiny stared at him for several secondswithout saying a thing.
“Give me your keys.You can haveone of the prospects drive you out of town, but you’re not bringingyour shit to Fort Wills.You’re one of my boys, and I’m not havingyour death on my conscience.Find a woman, screw her brains out andthen leave, and come back here to sort everything out.”Tiny alwayshad the final say with the club.This was his way of caring, beingthe leader they all needed and one of the reasons Killer respectedthe man.
Killer reluctantly handed over his keys.“I don’t want a fucking prospect.They can’t handle their owndicks.Send me out Steven.He can think past his owndick.”
“You made the rightchoice,” Tiny said.
In one smooth strike, Killer was on hisass.Tiny had landed a punch right to his face.
“Don’t ever touch my daughteragain like that.Youhurt my family and I will end you without a second’sthought.You’re part of the family, Killer, have been for a fewyears.The men will wait for your lead in how you want to handlethis … marriage.You want to fuck him up, then we’re here.We don’tattack any of our women, got it?”
Nodding at Tiny, Killer got to his feetwaiting for Steven to come on out.He was touched by Tiny’s words.In The Lions there was never a sense of family.It was every manfor himself.Steven walked out of the clubhouse, swinging the keysbetween his fingers and whistling.“You prefer my company to aprospect?”
“You got it.If you startranting at me I’ll fucking hurt you.”
“Hey, man.I’m a fully-fledgedSkull now.I can kick your ass right back if I want to.Tiny’sgiven me permission if you start to piss me off.He thinks it’ll begood for you to get your ass handed to you.”Steven moved towardthe car, laughing.
Out of all the men, Killer liked Steventhe best.When the man had gotten shot protecting Angel and Tate,Killer developed a great respect for the man.Blaine was alsoanother man he respected, as he’d been with the two women when theywere in danger, taking a bullet as well.Anyone who stood in frontof a bullet to protect a woman, no matter who they were, deservedsome kind of respect.
Climbing into the car, he pulled theseat back as far as it would go.
“Where we going?”Stevenasked.
“A bar with lots of women.Notgirls, I want a fucking woman.”
Thinking about losing himself inside awoman lost its appeal the further away from Fort Wills he got.Theimage of Kelsey with her cherry blonde hair and full lusciousfigure put him off wanting any other woman at all.
The hurt returned thick and fast.Not oncedid she tell him about her husband hidden away somewhere.The otherthing that bugged him was the wealth the man clearly possessed.Wasthat the draw for Kelsey?She wanted a wealthy man waiting in thewings for when she finally settled down?In all the time they’dbeen together not once had he gotten that vibe from her.She wasalways happy with the simple things in life.
Crap.He really couldn’t handle thinking aboutKelsey in such a way.She’d been the light to everything thatdarkened his world, and now she was gone.
“If you want to talk about it youcan.Kelsey was fucking wrong, man.She should have told you.Iwon’t tell the guys if you cry or snivel around like a littlebaby,” Steven said.
“I’ve been a biker and a killerfor a long time.Don’t fucking start with me.Leave her out oftonight.”
“I know.I know.I know.You’re way older and all that shit.It doesn’t mean fuck all to me.We’re the same.”Steven kept his gaze on the road.
“We’re not the same.You don’thave a woman waiting for you, and you’ve not just found out thewoman you were wanting belongs to someone else.”Killer slammed hisfist on the dash in the hope of relieving some of his anger.Whatthe fuck was he supposed to do?
“Hey, don’t go taking your angerout on my fucking car.You got an issue with your woman then stopbeing a fucking pussy,” Steven said, yelling.The car came to asudden stop,and Steven turned to glare at him.
“What the fuck did you callme?”Killer asked.
“A pussy.If another guy hasgotten your girl then man up, and then go and claim her.You’ve gotthe whole club behind you.They’re pissed, royally pissed.You’reone of us, and we’ll help you.Stop taking your anger out on mycar.”Steven pulled off again.
Sitting back, Killer thought about whatthe other man said.Nothing could stop him from going after Kelsey,but first, he needed to get completely fucking smashed.
