Page 5 of Bella

"New Hope does just that: gives hope to women and their children seeking refuge and a new beginning. I support everything the foundation strives for. That check has my name on it, but I donate it in memory of my mother, who unfortunately didn't find the light at the end of the tunnel." Donovan's features harden, and I can tell his mind goes somewhere dark for a moment. He swallows hard, shaking off what had crept into his mind. I've known Donovan for a few years now. Kings Custom built the Harley he rode in on today. He also owns the luxury resort outside of town.

Before another word is spoken between us, I catch a crowd gathering across the parking lot near the bar entrance and notice several brothers have taken an interest in whatever’s going down. As a gap opens between the people gathered, I catch sight of my woman, who appears to be the eye of the storm. "Shit," I hiss, and Donovan follows my line of sight.

"Your woman looks pissed. It appears Bella is about to hand someone their ass," Donovan observes, and he isn't wrong. Her body language and facial expression say she's about to pop off on someone, and by the looks on a few of my brothers' faces, shit is getting tense.

I move around the table, leave my post, and book it for my woman. The crowd parts like the Red Sea.

"Someone better tell her man he needs to handle his whore before the bitch is taught a lesson." I hear the rough, grating voice before laying eyes on the bastard spilling word vomit about my wife.

I'm in front of Bella in a flash, shifting her body behind mine. "Call my woman a whore again, and I'll make you wish for death, motherfucker." Rage radiates through my body while I stare at the biker in front of me.

The filthy man sneers, his face twisting as he looks me over, then spits between our feet, barely missing the toe of my boot. "Your bitch disrespected my woman here, and she disrespected me." He defiantly lifts his chin.

"I told your drunk asses to leave, asshole." Bella steps around me and stands at my side. "And you're the one who can't keep your skank here in line." Bella drags her eyes over the nearly-naked woman beside the son of a bitch I have yet to tear my attention away from.

"I'll mop the floor with you, bitch!"the woman screeches at my wife.

Bella lifts one foot, removes her shoe, then proceeds to repeat the process with the other, taking away the few inches of height the wedges gave her. She hands them to Glory standing nearby, then gathers her hair into a ponytail, and my little spitfire is ready to brawl.

"Aw hell, shit's getting real." Glory sounds pumped.

The biker laughs, and the pungent odors of stale beer and cheap whiskey assault my nostrils. "Let the bitches fight." His eyes shift between his woman and mine, then he grabs his crotch. "I'm getting hard just thinkin' about it."

My hand is wrapped around his thick, tattooed neck before he can take another breath. He claws at my fingers, trying to pry them off. Behind him, his men make threatening motions to intervene, but our friends from Tennessee have come up behind the strangers.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Grizz growls, warning the fuckers of his brothers' and his presence.

My attention quickly returns to the son of a bitch in my grasp, and I tighten my grip on his neck. "My old lady said you, your men, and your bitch are not welcome. Now, here's what's about to happen, motherfucker. You and your men and the women you brought will get on your bikes and go. A few of my brothers will escort your sorry asses past the city limit sign. You'd better keep on goin' and not bother lookin' back. I'll have a shallow grave waiting for all of you if you show your faces in Polson again." I constrict his throat until his face reddens, then toss his sorry ass to the ground.

His woman shoots daggers at me before bending down and attempting to help her pathetic excuse of an old man off the gravel. Once on his feet again, the biker gives me one final look but says nothing. Turning away, he takes a hold of his woman's arm and, with his men, walks over to where they left their bikes.

"Gabriel, Reid, Blake, and Quinn!" Jake shouts. "Escort the sons of bitches out of our town."

"I'll join them," Nova says, and Fender and Wick step forward too.

"My brothers and I will gladly tag along." Grizz clamps his hand on Jake's shoulder and then signals to his men.

Several Kings and a few Knight Warriors mount their bikes. We watch as they exit the parking lot, then get into formation after hitting the road, trailing close behind the troublesome bikers as they head toward the city limit sign several miles down the highway.

The crowd disperses, and Glory hands the shoes she's holding back to Bella. "It's a shame. I'd have liked to see her boney ass drop-kicked right in the meat curtains as she choked on her lady balls." Glory tosses air kisses at Bella and then strolls away, with my dad at her side and Victor trailing behind them.

I turn to my woman, who still looks ready to kick ass. I glance down at her. "You okay?"

She shrugs and playfully pouts. "A little disappointed I didn't get to throat punch someone."

I pull her into me and chuckle. "You're perfect. A little crazy but fuckin' perfect."

Bella throws her head back and laughs. "I'm far from perfect."

"You're my kind of perfect, babe." I kiss her hard. "What do ya say we grab a beer and enjoy the rest of this beautiful fuckin' day?"

When Bella looks at me, the sun brings out the specks of gold in her hazel eyes. "Make that beer a shot of whiskey, and you got yourself a date."

Hours later, the townspeople and bikers who came out supporting New Hope have long gone. It's late, around two o’clock the following morning, and there are only a few couples still hanging around Charley's: Bella and me, Gabriel and Alba, Riggs and Luna, Jake and Grace, and Quinn and Emerson. Grizz and his men returned to the hotel they’re staying at, and the rest of the Kings either returned to the clubhouse or their homes with the kids.

"It was sweet of Piper and Kiwi to take our kiddos back to the clubhouse." Alba leans into Gabriel's side, yawns, then looks at her sister. "You sure you still want to keep the rugrats for the weekend, after today?"

"Absolutely. You enjoy some kid-free time," Bella tells her, which is nothing out of the ordinary. She loves her niece and nephew and watches them any chance she gets. I take a swig of my beer as my woman polishes off her glass. "We raised so much money today," she says, still elated with how well the rally went. "Despite the brief bullshit we had to endure, the rally was a huge success."

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