“There you are.” A hand brushed down my shoulder. “Been hiding from me, Dodge?” Misty’s tongue licked my jaw.
I jerked away. Instant rage exploded inside me.
“Uh-oh,” Copper muttered.
“What’s going on?” Emilee’s pissed-off voice had me spinning around. Her narrowed eyes were locked on Misty.
I should intervene. Take Emilee out of the bar, away from the drama. But this might be good for her. Uncle Raul had told me every old lady needed to show the kittens who was boss. Emilee may appear timid and innocent, but nobody knew her the way I did. She wouldn’t stand by and let a kitten take what was hers.
“Well, you must be Dodge’s baby momma,” Misty said in a snide tone.
Emilee stepped toward her. “I’m more than the mother of his child. I’m his old lady, and you best keep your hands off my man.”
Pride replaced the rage in me hearingmy man. Emilee didn’t appear the least bit intimidated by Misty.
“Until he claims you officially, he’s fair game.”
Emilee’s hand shot out faster than I blinked, and she wrapped it around Misty’s throat.
“Fair game?” Emilee yelled. “You don’t want to mess with me, kitten, or I will skin you.”
Misty grabbed at Emilee’s hand, trying to push it away. “Let go.” She gagged.
“Not until I teach you a lesson, bitch.”
My eyebrows shot up. Emilee didn’t swear much, but I had to admit, seeing her like this was fucking hot.
“What the fuck’s going on?” Prez’s voice boomed. “Em, let her go.”
“No.”
He cut his eyes to me. I couldn’t help but grin, totally proud of my woman’s boldness.
Misty gagged and coughed, her eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Storm could easily pull Emilee’s hand off Misty. I didn’t think he would though. The bar had quieted, and everyone watched Emilee deal with the kitten.
Storm stood next to Emilee. “Did Misty cross the line, Em?” he asked in a calm voice.
“Yes. She touched my man. Smarted off to me,” Emilee seethed.
“What else?” Storm asked, encouraging her.
“This bitch called Dodge fair game until he claimed me. Then I snapped.” Her arm shook as she pushed Misty against the bar.
Misty struggled, clawing at Emilee’s arm. She didn’t faze my girl at all.
Storm snorted. “That was ballsy of Misty.”
“No. It was stupid.” Emilee grabbed a fistful of Misty’s hair with her free hand. Dudes never went for the hair in a fight, but women did.
Tears streaked down Misty’s face. Other kittens were watching my badass woman. Amber and Heidi had offered themselves to me after I’d gotten patched. I’d made it clear I wasn’t interested and was with Emilee. They hadn’t bothered me since.
“You’re right. My mistake.” Storm cut his eyes toward Copper. “Kill the music.” He jerked his chin at Emilee as if telling me to deal with her.
I went to her and snaked my hand around her waist. Putting my mouth at her ear, I told her, “Em, you can let go now. I think she understands.”
Saliva dripped in sticky strings from Misty’s mouth. I honestly believed she’d be unconscious by now if Emilee applied a little more pressure.