Page 46 of Holley Jolly Biker

I snapped, “Because I had lost my backbone after the things my father had done. But not anymore. My man helped me build it back up and made it strong. And as long as he’s by my side, I know that my backbone won’t ever get weak again. Now. I’m going to ask you one more time. What. Did. You. Mean?”

He threw his hands up and then rumbled out, “Okay. Okay. Fine. I didn’t kick you guys out because the boss made me. I kicked you guys out because the woman I had fallen in love with told me she was pregnant with my child.”

I didn’t move.

I didn’t speak.

But a bubble of hysterical laughter fell from my mouth.

I was laughing so hard, I couldn’t breathe.

Tears formed in my eyes.

My stomach tightened.

I gasped through my words as I said, “You... mean... to tell me... that in one day... you fell out of love with me... and in love... not even hours later.... with... another woman?”

“Can’t love two women. You do. Means you don’t know what love is.” Xander rumbled at his back.

I looked over Peter’s shoulder, locked my eyes with Xander’s, and nodded.

Saint moved and placed Soraya down, and then he lightly moved me out of the way.

“Let’s you and I take a trip to the clubhouse, yeah?”

And then I watched as Saint grabbed Peter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him down the steps.

His voice calling out to be let go that he would sue, to unhand him.

“Gotta still be breathin’ to sue,” Xander said as he moved.

Jasper was grinning when he opened the door to one of the trucks and then closed it after Saint tossed, yes, tossed him into the back seat.

Then he looked at me and winked.

After they left, I looked down at Soraya, who was smiling.

As was I.

The brothers who stayed behind helped us get everything loaded up, and then we, too, headed to the clubhouse.

Chapter 10

Saint

Once we made it to the clubhouse, I was this close to putting a bullet in his head.

Motherfucker hadn’t stopped whining.

Thankfully, by the time Jury pulled the truck into the lot, I was able to open the door and escape the fucker.

I grabbed him by his collar and headed into the clubhouse.

His pansy-ass pleading didn’t stop.

Nor did it stop when I took him to the shed, opened the door, and watched his face pale.

And I shit you not, I smelled fuckin’ urine.