“Or you,” Tony muttered as if using the last of his strength.
I roared, ripping out the hair from his scalp, seething at the truth in his words, relishing his scream.
“I don’t need her to love me,” I lied. “She’s mine. End of story.” I turned on my heel, tossing his clump of hair on the floor. “Prepare him to leave.”
“Yes, boss.”
I will turn San Antonio upside down. Aspen can’t hide from me.
I will find her.
And she will regret the day she broke my heart.
7
Boxer
My brothers and I arrived at our hotel in St. Paul. In previous years, we’d spend the night partying like it might be our last. Living it up after Ire and I won our event.
Wealwayswon.
Except Ire had lost a couple before the Black Friday event because his head wasn’t in it. He’d been messed up over Ava, the young server who’d been raped on his watch at The Bullet. I’d finally had enough of his bullshit and told him to find out for himself how she was doing. He’d been better after that day and managed to pull out a win by the skin of his teeth.
Hell, I’d barely won myself in the third round. I had a weird feeling something evil was headed for the club.
Now it seemed to have been an omen.
With a threat like Casso Campbell, it would’ve been stupid to leave the compound vulnerable for more than half a day. The safety of our club and family was priority number one.
Storm, Raul, Hero, and Art stayed behind. As the enforcer, I should be there to defend against all threats. Ire too. We were the fighters in the club, for Christ’s sake, but fucking Storm wouldn’t allow it.
While Lynx checked into our room, Wolf wandered off to call Jillagain. Apparently, just to be sure all was okay on the homefront. My brother was more than a little unnerved after seeing what Campbell had done to Jill’s friend. I refused to think of my ex beyond her being my sister’s bestie.
“Everything good with Jill?” I asked as he returned.
Lynx waved the keycards in his hand with a big cheesy grin. “Sixth floor. Let’s hit it.”
We followedsmileyto the elevator. Lynx was rarely in a foul mood.
Wolf shrugged, his jaw set. “Yeah. Told me not to worry, but you know how it is.” He seemed ready to kill anyone who harmed his woman. Wolf was a mean SOB when he needed to be. The size of a Russian giant, with thick jet black hair and a gnarly-ass beard he left wild.
Timur Orlov, his Russian given name, stood two inches taller than my six two stature and about thirty pounds heavier. He’d crush anyone who threatened him or his loved ones. I was proud to call him my best friend, MC brother, and one day—my brother-in-law. He just needed to get my sister to set a wedding date.
I didn’t know what he meant byyou know how it is. I hadn’t been bound to anyone since I was eighteen. Life was uneventful when single. I didn’t prefer it that way, but I had a pretty damn good time without the old ball and chain. I eventually wanted to settle down, like Storm. Even Hero got himself a woman. He went hell for leather putting a ring on her finger, but no wedding date had been set. My money was on Roja holding my brother by the balls. He didn’t want to waste any time. But Tara? Clearly, she was more levelheaded than that hellbent Hero.
Lynx eyed me curiously.
I jerked my chin at him. “What’s with the look?”
He flashed a wry grin. “Didn’t know admiring your pretty face bothered you.”
Track and Wolf snorted.
Lynx was so transparent. Anytime a new female entered the club, he’d start adjusting his dick. If he were a dog, he’d be part Mississippi leg hound, humping anything on legs. The brother itched for a new pussy to sink his dick into. I’d bet he was dying to sample what Aspen had to offer.
He could have her. What did I care?
“Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” I grumbled, not wanting to havethistalk.