Page 22 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

We melt into the shadows. A woman grabs his hand. Another grabs mine, tugging me off course.

I yank her into the wall. “Sorry. I’m looking for someone I was with last time,” I lie.

My focus is Buck. And getting the hell out of here.

I drift along a hallway lined with doors—private rooms for buyers who want more than a quick fix.

At the rendezvous point, Buck’s waiting. We head out together, retracing our steps until we’re back at the surface.

“Happy we didn’t have to use our guns tonight,” I say walking toward my black Lamborghini parked in the parking lot across the street.

Buck flashes a devilish smirk as he approaches a chauffeured blacked out SUV. “Couldn’t have that. My guys got what they needed for Wednesday. Everything will work out really nice.”

“After this shit’s over,” I say, “maybe Sophie can meet Breanna.”

Buck nods. “She’d like that.” Then climbs into the SUV and disappears into the night.

Across the lot, my brothers are hanging out, laughing like it’s any other night. None of them look my way. Good.

I tap my earpiece. “Fuse, you good?”

“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.

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 another fucking 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.”

I rise to my feet and meet his cold gaze. “Oh, and tell him Prez said he’s no longer a prospect for the Royal Bastards.”

“Got it, brother.”

Sophie stands where I left her in her beautiful dress. At that moment I ignore the stares and whispers. I stalk toward her and slam the bloody hand on the bar.

She doesn’t even flinch.

“He touched your fucking thigh.”

“Ruthless, I was just trying to have a civil conversation.” She pouts and looks so defeated.

I place a bloody finger under her chin pushing it upward until our eyes lock. “You know first hand you can’t trust all men,” I say before I release her.

She sighs. “It started out so harmless or so I thought. I told him I just wanted to discuss sports. Then things went south.”

“What did he say in your ear?” I ask.

She shudders and pauses a beat. “With a body like yours. I want to lick every fucking inch.”

I’m pissed all over again as I pick up his hand. “This is why his hand got cut off.” I step away from the bar and toss his hand in his direction on the floor where he clutches his nub.

I know this is an unexpected spectacle that’s unfolding. No one has seen me unleash this kind of rage in a long time.

“You told her you wanted to lick every inch of her body?” I question.

Sophie tugs my bloody hand then the other, until we’re back in front of the bar.

She stares into my eyes. “I was so worried about you today.”

I arch a brow. “But you were talking to that asshole in my absence.”

My green eyes darken. “You’ll get a spanking for this shit.”

She blows out a breath ignoring my words. “I needed to think of anything that would keep me from losing it. I didn’t like not knowing if you were okay.”

I pull her closer. She inches up on her tippy toes and kisses my lips.

“You were supposed to wear the shirt I packed for you,” I tell her.

“No one would’ve talked to me if I wore that shirt.”

“That’s the fucking point,” I growl.

“I shouldn’t be penalized for dressing pretty, Ruthless.”

She hooks her arms around my neck.

“See sweetheart, you only dress pretty for me.”

“Ruthless, I dress pretty for me and you get to enjoy the view.”

“We’re not going to stand here and argue. The fact remains you shouldn’t have carried on a conversation with him.”

“That’s right she shouldn’t have talked to him at all,” Karla says under her breath.

Sophie ignores her.

It’s not lost on me Karla wanted a relationship with me. And had tried to touch me many times like Sophie is doing right now. Many women have tried, and I kept them at arm’s length. I can’t help I only want one woman to touch me.

I curl an arm around Sophie’s waist, lifting her off her feet, walking to our quarters.

“You smell like latex and lube,” she whispers into my neck.

“My friend Buck and I were in a sex dungeon under Toby’s night club Cruella’s.”

“Damn,” she says as I unlock the door and set her on the table under the flat screen TV.

I slam the door, tap the earpiece, and peel off my suit jacket.

“Ruthless, what the fuck?” Psycho asks. “I just watched you lose it.”

“Well, that’s what I’m calling you about.”

Sophie stares at me with brows raised.

“They aren’t to get far.” I slide a bloody finger down Sophie’s cheek. “Make sure they’re in my special place.”

Sophie gulps and her eyes widen.

Psycho chuckles. “We’re about to have some fun,” my crazy best friend says before ending the call.

I plan to cut that assholes tongue out for saying he wanted to lick my woman’s body.

“Mavis, what’s wrong?”

“Just handling some business with Psycho.”

Understanding flickers in her eyes. “Because of me?”

“Don’t feel guilty about what happens to that asshole. This moment is about you.”

She bats her long lashes as she fans out her yellow dress like she’s flashing me. My hard cock strains against my slacks.

Using her good pussy to her advantage. Smart woman.

“You better have on fucking panties.”

“Your hands are bloody so I guess you won’t find out,” she taunts.

I reach under her short dress and yank off her panties and flick them onto the floor.