Page 71 of Ruthless Obsession

Gasps ripple from the club foxes and sluts. The bikers start to crowd around, amped, cheering me on.

“You can’t do this,” he growls. “Let me go. I don’t even know you. She said she had a man—I thought she was lying! Cato! Cato!” he yells, panicking now.

I smirk. “Well, won’t this be a hell of a lesson. If a woman says she’s got a man, she either does or she doesn’t. Doesn’t matter. It means she doesn’t want you

“So Cato vouched for you to get into our clubhouse?”

“Release me,” he spits. Still trying to hold on to some dignity. Probably trying not to look like a bitch.

“Your friend is one of our new prospects huh?”

“Here you go, Ruthless,” Webbs says, handing me the bone saw.

I glance up at Prez, leaning on the balcony next to Viper, arms crossed. Prez shakes his head slowly. His silence is my green light.

I turn back to the bastard thrashing in my grip.

“Well, not anymore he isn’t.”

I drop him hard onto the floor. “Brothers—hold him down.”

Flex, Webbs, Rogue, and Flock take a limb each.

“Webbs, place his arm at his side,” I instruct.

“Fucking no, man!” the asshole screams. “You’re doing all this over a bitch?”

Wrong move.

I'm so furious my skin feels like it's burning. This asshole has a death wish.

“I’m going to take your hand and let you live anotherfucking day. I better not get word my name came out of your mouth. Just so you know whose cutting off your hand. An evil smirk lifts my lips.

“The name’s Ruthless. Enforcer for the Royal Bastards MC.”

Flex grabs a towel off a nearby table and shoves it into his mouth, cutting off his words.

I drop to my knees in my expensive suit near his hand.

“This will be over momentarily,” I say flatly.

His eyes go wild. “Fuck you,” he barks around the towel.

I began to feel like this guy came after me personally. Because he doesn’t appear afraid at all. Could he have been out looking for Sophie? He damn sure won’t get far at all when he leaves here.

I grab the fucker’s wrist. Webbs keeps his arm steady as I slide the saw back and forth through flesh and bone.

“You all see just how crazy I am for my OL’ Lady,” A manic chuckle leaves me.

“No one lays a hand on what belongs to me,” I roar.

His body shakes as I pick up his severed hand. I drop the saw on the floor.

“Legos,” I call out.

“He’s already at my back. “Yeah, Ruthless?”

“You’ll probably find Cato fucking a club slut. Tell him to come get his friend.”