Page 70 of Ruthless Obsession

“Yup. Headed for the exit now.”

The second he steps outside he walks toward his bike surrounded by the Royal Bastards. I drive off taking several detours before ending up at the clubhouse. I cut the engine in the parking lot outside the garage.

Loosening the maroon tie, I yank open the back door and walk inside. The bass from the song the live band is performing rattles the floor. I reach the bar area of the clubhouse and blood boils in my veins. My eyes move around the bikers standing down on Sophie’s hand gesture. She’s in a room full of bikers and prefers to handle the situation on her own.

This woman. This…fucking…woman.

He leans into her ear saying something. My fists curl at my side.

It appears the conversation has turned heated.

Maybe she can convince him to fuck off before I smash his face in.

He slides a hand up her thigh.

Sophie snaps—twisting his wrist hard enough to make a point.

All I see is fucking red.

“Shit,” Webbs mutters behind me.

“What the fuck, bitch?” the guy shouts, yanking his hand back.

I stalk toward the motherfucker.

“You called my OL’ Lady a bitch?” My fist meets his nose and a sickening crunch sounds.

“What the fuck man?” he shrieks placing a hand over his bloody nose as he falls back against the bar stools.

“I can handle myself,” Sophie barks out.

Teeth clenched, I glower at the asshole as I twist my large fist in his once black t-shirt now stained crimson.

I peek over my shoulder. “Sophie, you’re my OL’ Lady. You don’t entertain any fucking men in this club,” I roar.

“I wasn’t entertaining him,” she fires back. “God, Ruthless.”

That’s the first time she’s called me by my biker name.

The fucker slaps at my hand still twisted in his shirt. I glare down at him. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I growl.

“You put your fucking hands on my OL’ Lady.”

His eyes darken like he doesn’t give a fuck and swings at my face, connecting with my jaw. I slam my fist into his jaw this time. I can’t unsee his hand on her thigh.

Blood splatters everywhere.

I peer over my shoulder at Sophie again. “You’ve got that cute little dress on. Showing off what belongs to me.”

My eyes move around the room. “Sophie is my OL’ Lady. You are to fucking respect her and don’t…”

I rock his jaw again. “…Talk to my woman.”

I drag him toward the front entrance.

“What the fuck are you doing man?” the guy yells.

“Webbs, bone saw now,” I bark.