Page 20 of The Vows We Keep

“Easy, banshee,” a rough voice says in my ear.

A man, tall with dark hair, rushes over to Colton, and on his cut is the road nameKing.

“Who the fuck is this?” The real King glares down at me, his dark eyebrows narrowed on his tan skin. I notice that while he drops his weapon, the two men over his shoulder don’t.

Neva has been captured too. We’re outnumbered, literally outmanned, and will be lucky to get out of this alive.

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NIRO

Istruggle to process what’s happening. Halo was cutting me free with his knife while Catalina just took on my whole club without missing a beat.

Fucking ballsy.

“What’s your name?” Catalina says, looking straight at me.

“It’s none of your fucking business what his name is,” my president says.

Catalina eyes King’s patch with his road name carefully, then turns to me with a sneer. “Is it really even Colton?”

I step into her space, and she pulls her neck back, like she thought I was going to attempt to kiss her. I’m not. But I’d be a liar if watching her kick Bates like that hadn’t gotten my cock excited.

Instead, I grip her hands behind her back and tie them together.

“What ... ? You don’t need to tie me up,” she says, wrestling against me.

“I didn’t lie to you. My real name is Colton. Colton Brewer. My road name is Niro,” I say, lowering my lips to her ear. I drop my voice to a whisper. “And I know I don’t. I just wanted to see if it turned you on. I wanted to see how red your skin gets when you pull against the ropes. And I see you like it.”

A flush of anger hits her cheeks as her eyes narrow. “Back up,Niro.”

“No can do. Watching you fight like that gave me a boner.”

“Fuck you.”

My grin probably isn’t helping the situation.

“What’s the story, Niro?” Clutch asks.

I wink at Catalina, then step back from her a little, enough so she can breathe. “Catalina is the daughter of a Los Reyes chapter vice president.”

“What the fuck?” Halo says. “She got a good reason for being all up in your face?”

“I happen to like her up in my face. Or on my face. Whichever,” I say.

Catalina growls. “I told you to stop flirting with me.”

“And Ialsohappen to like the fact you’re angry, babe. For the record, we haven’t even started flirting yet.”

“Perhaps you should just fuck her and get it over with,” Bates says with a smirk.

Catalina turns slowly to eye Bates. “Perhaps I should take that knife whose handle you keep jerking off and shove it into your throat.”

Bates releases his knife in its holster, and I hear a couple of chuckles.

“Steady, Catalina,” I say, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger. She entertains me, but her situation with my club is precarious. “You know better than to threaten a brother.”

She looks up at me with defiance written all over her face. “I threatened you.”