My blood boiled as he taunted, but I knew those were Madeline’s words. Why would she bring that up? She knew it was a hoax. Carla lied. I’d proved I didn’t betray her.
“What do you care?” I gritted my teeth. “Let me talk to my woman.”
“Too bad for you,ese. She doesn’t want you anymore. It’s rather advantageous for me.”
“It doesn’t matter what she says. She belongs to me. I. Own. Her.” I growled, tightening my hands into fists. Yeah, I sounded like a fuckin’ caveman. But this asshole understood the ways of an MC. Women were viewed as property, nothing more.
Madeline is fuckin’ mine.
“Yeah, figured you’d say that. Women always think they call the shots. In this case, it may be true. I’ve negotiated with your woman.”
“Come again, asshole? You don’t fuckin’ negotiate shit with my woman!” What the fuck had Madeline agreed to? Or was this cunt screwing with me? He couldn’t be stupid enough to hurt… or kill her. I’d feel it in my soul if she was gone. My Angel was alive. Because I was so sure, I would spank her ass when I got her back for sticking her nose where it didn’t belong.
“Ese, your woman’s convincing. I’m sure you know this.”
Damn straight, I knew what Madeline was capable of. Just the thought of it pissed me off even more.
“You see, I told her and the girl to undress down their bra and panties. But your woman had another idea.” The asshole laughed as if he’d just heard the funniest joke in the world.
Justin gripped the edge of the table, hands shaking. I shook my head, a silent warning to calm the fuck down. It was hypocritical, given the fact that I didn’t know ifIcould calm the fuck down. A mental picture of Madeline taking her clothes off for those bastards made me murderous.
“And? Continue, goddammit,” I ordered. Shit was about to get ugly.
“And… your woman is taking one for the team. She’s worried about the girl, Emilee. Said she’d do whatever I said so her friend didn’t have to take her clothes off.”
Fuck!I bit the inside of my cheek until I drew blood. “That fuckin’ isn’t happening! I want to talk to my goddamn woman!”
“Oh, I’ll do better than that. Live feed coming your way…”
I watched the flat-screen. My hand shook, holding the phone while I squeezed my other fisted one tighter.
“Storm…” Madeline suddenly appeared. Fuck, she was in her bra and panties—but it wasn’t so bad, just like a bikini on the beach—I tried to tell myself.
“You okay, Angel?”
She bobbed her head, keeping it down to avoid looking directly into the camera.
“Head up!” the asshole yelled.
When she lifted her chin, white-hot fury shot into my chest like a bolt of lightning. I clenched my jaw. They’d hit her. More than once. Those motherfuckers were finished.
“Talk to me, Angel. I need to hear your voice.”
“I don’t want to talk to you. You cheated on me for the last time. Four times may not be much for you, but I’m done.”
What the fuck? Cheating four times? I flicked my gaze to Track. He shrugged. She had to be trying to tell me something.
“Four isn’t much, babe,” I said like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Really? What if I was with four men?” Was she trying to hint as to how many were with her?
“Ha! Presidents don’t like to share, bitch.” The Hunter prick laughed.
I ignored him. “Baby…”
“Don’t baby me.” Her shoulders shook. “I’m not in the mood for your shit. I’m hot, thirsty, and my allergies are acting up, so fuck you, Storm!”
Jesus, her words stabbed me in the heart. She didn’t mean it. I’d keep telling myself that she was trying to get a message to me. Yeah. She loved me.