Page 22 of Wild Runaway
He pleads with me not to hurt him as I shove him towards the door.
“There’s nothing for you here, you understand? You lost your right to be with this woman and this baby.”
He’s blubbering, snot bubbling out of his nose mixed with blood. I almost feel sorry for him until he speaks.
“She took my money.”
I’m so angry I almost hit him again. He loses a woman like Trish and his own baby, and all he can think about is the money that Trish took off him.
I pull a few bills out of my pocket and shove them at him. I don’t want to give him any excuse to come back.
“Here’s your money, asshole.”
By this time we’ve reached the front door where Hops, Barrels, and Prez are getting off their bikes. The roar of engines coming up the path bring three more of my brothers.
Badge is absent, which is for the best. Plausible deniability if this loser is stupid enough to make a complaint.
If Ian was scared before, he’s terrified now.
We’re an impressive sight, my boys in full leather patches with their big road bikes.
Trish comes onto the porch cradling Rose and the MC stand in front of her, forming a barrier.
Ian swivels his bleeding head between us with wide eyes, no doubt wondering what the fuck he’s walked into. His gaze finds Trish and he looks vulnerable, like the schoolboy she must have fallen for.
“Come back, Trish,” he says. “I miss you.”
The fucker seems genuine, which pisses me off. How typical that he doesn’t realize what he’s got until he it’s gone. I turn to Trish. There’s no way in hell I’ll let her go off with this scumbag, but he needs to hear it from her.
She steps forward, clutching Rose to her chest.
“It’s over, Ian. Whatever we had. It’s been over for a long time. I’m taking our daughter, and I never want to see you again.”
Ian’s face is a picture of agony. But I have no sympathy for this asshole. I shove him down the steps, and he staggers to his car.
I follow him, flanked by Barrels and Wood, until he gets into his shitty Honda. I’m proud to see Trish standing tall on the porch. Rose has stopped crying, and with my MC club flanking her, they look formidable.
Ian gets in his car and kicks up the gravel in a hurry to get out of here. Without being asked, Barrels and Wood get on their bikes and follow, giving him a personal escort off the mountain.
It’s not till he’s gone that my fists unclench.
I stride to my woman and put my hands on her shoulders, scanning her and Rose for any signs of harm.
“Are you okay?”
She’s trembling but she juts her chin out, and I love how strong she is, not wanting to give him the power and setting a good example for her daughter.
“We’re good. Thank you.”
“I mean it, Trish. I want you to stay here with me. I don’t want to be another man telling you what to do. But if you want it, there’s a place for you here. You and Rose. I love you, Trish. And I’ll protect you for the rest of my life.”
Her bottom lip wobbles, and now the tears come. She buries her face in my chest, and I put my arm around her and Rose.
Prez catches my eye as he slips his phone into his pocket.
“Badge has got a team following the car to make sure it gets out of town. His plate will be on a watch list if he ever tries to get close again.”
“He won’t be that stupid.”
