Page 82 of Biker's Property
“Your wife? Please be serious. Who married you?”
“Couldyou not pick a fight with him?” Hunter grumbles. “He’s mentally unstable.”
“He’s inlove,” the pregnant woman apparently named Juliette says. “Let him feel his feelings.”
“His lovershot you,” Hunter says, standing over his twin brother and glaring down at me. “Don’t you have any idea what you could have done?”
“Talk to my wife in that tone one more time and I’ll put sugar in your gas tank.”
“Stop fighting,” Juliette says in exasperation. “I’m Juliette. That’s Anna. Tamiya. My husband, Hunter. Tamiya’s husband Gideon and Oske. Nobody really knows why Oske is involved with this stuff, honestly.”
“And it’s nobody’s business,”Oske says. “The point is, we just killed a fuck ton of bikers. Gideon and Ruger have Darlene over there.”
I can’t see exactly where she’s gesturing from my position on the ground. And it’s honestly all so overwhelming that I almost want to close my eyes again. Ryder’s piercing gaze against mine makes it hard. It’s like he’s forcing me to stay awake just from the way he’s looking at me.
Ryder touches my face,his warm hand grounding me and making it slightly easier to stay awake. I can’t stop my response when he touches me. Now that we’re married and have this commitment to each other, it’s slightly less terrifying how much control this man has over my internal emotions.
“Don’t die on me baby.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Hunter snarls. “She shot my wife and you’re acting like she’s half dead. She’s fine…”
It’s hard not to smile at their bickering.
“I’m okay,” I say to Ryder, who maintains a scowl on his face for his brother, but can’t bring himself to take his eyes off mine. I am fine, but Ryder has a completely overblown response to Hunter once he realizes I’m okay. He helps me sit up then rises to his full height and all but puffs out his chest like an angry teenage boy.
“What the fuck is your problem?”
“STOP ARGUING!” Juliette says. “Or I’ll shoot somebody and honestly, my aim has gotten worse so I don’t know who I’ll hit.”
“I took her gun two minutes ago,” Tamiya mutters. “But y’all sound like kids so… be quiet.”
Anna rushes over to me now that Ryder frees up some space around me.
“I’m Anna. I’m a nurse. How do you feel? Did you hit your head on the way down?”
Her brows crinkle as she looks into my eyes for… symptoms of a more serious problem, I’m guessing… I stare at her with what must be the most confused expression on my face because that’s what I still am… confused.
“Do you have a diagnosis?” Ryder bellows ignorantly. I’m embarrassed and offer Anna an apologetic look, which she waves off.
“They’re all low-key animals.”
“Yes, I have a diagnosis,” Anna says, rising to her feet and wiping dirt off her hands onto her jeans. “She has no idea what the fuck is going on.”
“She’s not the only one,” Tamiya says. “But I’m guessing at least one of you has an explanation.”
I obviously do, but the twins look especially guilty, both turning an identical shade of red. It’s weird but… it’s hard for me to imagine mistaking Ryder for Hunter, even if they’re identical. It’s not just the different tattoo placement, scars, or haircuts. It’s… everything.
It’s like Ryder is my twin and once he properly became mine, I could never mistake him for anyone else. Even someone who looked like him on the outside.
Juliette turns her fiery attitude on Hunter, who she walks over to and starts walloping in the chest with her good arm.
“What. The. Hell. Is. Happening?!”
Hunter accepts each of Juliette’s violent punches between words with a simple grunt between each hit.
“Club business,” Ryder says, giving Juliette a disapproving look.
“I know you didn’t just say that to me,” Juliette snaps at him quickly, turning her attention back to her husband. “HUNTER!”