Page 85 of Bonita Brynne

I snickered. She probably had because she was a fireball and Storm’s perfect match.

Every man kissed his old lady when the song ended, which was the majority of men in the backyard.

“Bonita, you were hot as fuck out there.” I ran my hands over her perfect ass. She’d put on a little baby weight, she called it, all in the right places. Her tits were fuller, and her ass plumper. Fuck I wanted her badly.

“It was so fun. I love karaoke.”

“You’re lucky because so do the women in the club.” I swayed with her when a slow song came on.

“Mmm, we don’t dance enough.”

“That can change.” I gazed into her lust-filled eyes.

“Yes. I love your hands on me this way.”

“I love you, Mrs. Montez.”

She smiled at me. “I love you more, Mr. Montez. If I haven’t said it before, I’m getting used to the MC life. I just miss Montana.”

“I miss it too, which is why we’re moving there after the baby is born.”

“I can’t wait!” Her bright smile reached into my soul.

I lived to see her so happy. I lowered my head to kiss her…

“Storm! Help!” Maddox yelled. “Over here!” He pointed toward the parking lot.

“Stay here, Bonita!” I sprinted, my heart in my throat, fearing we were having a repeat of the attack Dorian’s brother had launched.

To my relief, it was only a woman sitting on a bench.

“Who is it?” Storm asked from behind me.

“I don’t know. She wouldn’t tell me her name,” Maddox said. “She just kept asking for Raymond.”

“Jesus.” The woman was filthy and thin. She looked terrified as we surrounded her.

Storm raised his hands. “You’re safe here. We won’t hurt you.”

Her wild eyes scanned the group. “Raymond, where’s Raymond?”

“How do you know him?” I asked. “He’s my brother.”

She started to cry. “I was told to find Raymond. Is he here?”

“I’ll get him. Who do I tell him is asking for him?” My gut churned when she lifted her eyes and they were soulless.

“Rosa, Rosa Remotti.” She buried her face in her hands. “He’s supposed to help me.”

I turned toward Wolf. He looked as if he was staring at a ghost. He shoved a couple of guys out of his way, took off his cut, and threw it. He removed the button-down shirt and covered her with it.

She flinched and stared up at him.

“You look cold, princess. Can I take you inside to warm you up?” he asked her in a non-threatening voice, something I hadn’t heard from him since before Jill’s passing.

“Please don’t hurt me.”

“It would kill me if I hurt you.” He gently lifted her into his arms.