Dance into My Life (Nasty Bastards MC Book 4) by Hayley Faiman

Author:Hayley Faiman [Faiman, Hayley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hayley Faiman Books, LLC
Published: 2022-05-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

PREZ

I don’t even give this motherfucker a chance to say a goddamn word before I just start beating the shit out of him. Byron and Bowie hold him down while I take every ounce of my anger out on this fuck’s face.

I don’t even know who he is or why he was trying to do what he was, but I don’t give a fuck. He touched what was mine, he meant to do her harm. He will die. And I hit him until he stops screaming, then until he stops moving, then until he stops breathing.

“Prez, I think he’s gone,” Bowie says.

Lifting my head, I look up to him, then shift my attention to the woman standing, watching, looking horrified. Standing, I jerk my attention toward Bowie.

“Leave us for a minute, be back in five, yeah?” I say.

He nods his head, then I watch him and Byron walk away. Byron isn’t one of ours, although, after tonight, we’ll probably have to change that. He’s now started on the journey and been witness to his first part of being a prospect. So that shit will be next on my list, after I deal with Marilyn.

“You killed him?” she asks on a whisper.

“He touched you. He tried to hurt you.”

She nods her head, her gaze shifting from the body on the ground, then back to me. “He did,” she says. “His son was the one that Jefferson hit.”

It clicks now. All of it clicks, I remember what Jefferson said this fucker told his son. So, he decided to come here and take his anger out on Marilyn. Anger about his kid getting beat, anger that he can’t pay to fuck her. Anger that the bitch in the office was his wife.

“Makes sense,” I say.

“What happens now?” she asks.

I shrug a shoulder, my eyes finding hers. “Me and my men will take care of it all.”

She takes a step toward me, then another until she’s just a few inches from my body. I think about reaching out to her, grabbing her, fucking her with this douchebag’s blood covering my body, but I decide against it.

“Okay,” she says.

“Take your car. Go home to Jefferson. I’ll be there soon enough.”

“Hank?” she asks.

My lips curve up into a grin. “Kitten?”

“I’m not stripping anymore, am I?”

I let out a laugh, shaking my head. “You want to?” It’s her turn to shrug a shoulder, but I wait for her response. When she doesn’t give it to me right away, I continue. “You can strip if you want, if you think you need to. I’m not going to stop shit, you’re a fucking grown-ass woman, sexy as shit, and independent. Don’t know how relationships are supposed to go, but I figure this is the twenty-twenties and I shouldn’t demand you do anything, or don’t do, rather.”

“But?”

“You’ll have your own security. My security. One of my men will be assigned to you when you’re here. Every fucking minute.”

“Hank,” she exhales. “I’m only twenty-three and I feel like every second of this short relationship is just out of my knowledge realm,” she admits.

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