Page 37 of Single Mom's Biker Brigade
Fuck no. I’d had enough of Ridge and his games.
“From what I hear, there are more problems than your distributors. Rumors running around you have a woman you can’t control. What’s the bitch’s name? Claire? Kiki. No. That’s not it.” He snapped his fingers. “Callie. That’s it. Some bitch in heat named Callie working Vulture ground.” He grinned and thrust his hips. “Likes to have a good time.”
I dove forward, hands drawn and ready to wrap around the motherfucker’s throat.
No one talked about Callie. “You keep her fucking name out of your damned mouth.”
One hand shot to the waistband of his pants and metal glinted.
Shit.
I twisted at the last minute, but not fast enough.
The knifeblade scored my ribs, tearing through my shirt and slicing through skin.
Hot blood trickled from the wound and my vision turned red. “You just ruined my favorite shirt.”
Smirking, the guy took in my vintage T-shirt with a nineties band I’d loved on the front and shook his head. “Looks like I did you a favor. More than one. Why don’t you go back to your friends before the real party starts.”
“I’m fine right here.” I lunged again, fist cocked and ready. He hadn’t prepared for it, thinking I’d give in like every other cocksucker in Ridge’s club. My fist connected with his jaw and sent him reeling back. He swung the knife in a wide arc, almost slashing Ridge because he wasn’t paying attention.
“Hawk, call off your boy.” Ridge pointed at me.
I pointed back. “I’m not a boy. Not yours and not anyone else’s.” I spat toward the guy who’d knifed me. “Let’s go.” I curled my fingers in a mocking gesture, hoping to egg him on.
He shook his head, but the smirk remained firmly in place. “You might not be a boy, but you are someone’s dog, and your handler is here to take care of you.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Diesel.” I knew it was him from the way he breathed.
“Don’t make me, Colt.” Knuckles cracked.
He was the first guy I wanted by my side in a fight.
Hawk was the second. I’d kill–or die–for either of them.
But having Diesel manhandle me back to Hawk’s side of the line? No thanks.
“Go. Now.” The prick with the knife pointed the bloody blade at me.
Several others behind him drew their own weapons, a heavy mix of knives and pistols.
Honestly, it was pure dumb fucking luck this one had pulled a knife instead of a gun. I might’ve been dead right now.
Fuck. I almost wished he had.
“Don’t.” Diesel turned his back on the club and looked me square in the eye. “Not like this.”
“Damn you.” I lowered my hands and nodded.Not like thiswas our equivalent of no man left behind. If I really and truly wanted to throw down, he’d go with me. Even if it killed us both.
But where would that leave Hawk?
Fucking idiots with their morals and rules.
“We’re done here.” Hawk held Ridge’s gaze. “We agreed to meet and discuss you pushing into Vulture territory. Seems we covered that. Keep to your side of the line, Ridge, and we’ll keep to ours.”
Ridge barely blinked, and he sure as hell didn’t agree.
We all knew better. This song and dance had been going on for decades. It would continue for decades. No one ever really won, but we all liked to think we did.
