Page 17 of Ruthless Obsession

I can feel Viper’s blue-eyed gaze burning a hole in my back. He’s not happy to hear this either. Noted.

Brillo’s blue eyes darken. “I fucking hate those assholes.”

He runs a hand over his dark brown hair. “They aren’t welcome on this property.”

A few MC clubs hang out at Lowes Bar. It’s a neutral location. Meaning no fights are to happen at the bar. If a fight breaks out each club is fined.

Brillo, Greaser, and Flex got into a bar brawl with a few of the Chi Hellraisers there.

I look at my cousin for help.

“We can’t have a Chi Hellraiser at our club,” Prez growls.

“Agreed,” Viper spits.

So much for him being on my side.

“I’ll find out how close she and her brother are,” I say.

Prez gets up in my face. “I can’t have any surprises. Like her feeding them information about our business.”

“I’ll find out where she stands with her brother.”

“No club business outside of church,” Prez snaps.

“Understood.”

I storm out, jaw clenched, blood still dripping. Beer ain’t cutting it—I need something stronger.

As I near the bar, I glance down at the red soaking through the napkins on my arm. Before I can order, a familiar voice pipes up.

“Vodka on the rocks.”

Sophie’s perched on a stool like she belongs here, legs crossed, tank top hugging those perfect tits, a smug little smile on her lips.

“What the fuck?” I growl.

“What?” she shrugs.“I was starving. Thirsty. You know that’s no way to treat a prisoner.”

“How the fuck did you get out of the cuffs?”

She winks, leans forward, and grabs my bleeding arm.“You’re dripping. I’ll get the kit.”

“I’ve got it,” I mutter.

I place the empty beer bottle on the bar. “Squid, a whiskey neat.”

“Coming right up.”

I storm toward the bathroom.

When I return with the first aid kit, she’s still planted at the bar like she owns the place.

My eyes move over her tank top and shorts.“After you patch me up, you’re putting on my shirt,” I growl, setting the kit down. “Told you already—I don’t want my brothers eye-fucking what’s mine.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, Mavis.”

Sophie takes her time treating the wound. “Why is that woman staring at us?”