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“Absolutely! Please hit him before I do.”

Clash jumped back when I lunged forward, allowing the bull inside of me to rush at him and charge.

My hands circled his waist, and I sent him backwards, right into the table behind him until it buckled under our weight and collapsed.

My fists connected with his face, but he got in a couple shots here and there as well.

“Okay, okay,” Snyder yelled. “That’s enough.” He pulled me off Clash, just as Warrant grabbed Clash and held him back as well.

“Okay, now that you got a few good hits in, Wasp, tell me why you’re out here thirsting for his blood?”

I couldn’t lie to my VP, but if there was one thing I was very protective of, it was my name. It was the one thing nobody was supposed to know. There was too much crap in my past I didn’t want dug up. Hell, I don’t think I even gave my real name when I prospected the club. My name was that sacred to me. Using it would only cause trouble... trouble I didn’t want showing up on my doorstep. It was by mistake that Clash found out my name after I drunkenly said it out loud over beers one day. Now the sick bastard was running his mouth with it.

“Because that bastard told Keelie my name.”

“And?”

And?Is he really asking me that? “Anda man’s name is fucking sacred, Snyder. It’s my personal information, and if I don’t want people that hang around the club knowing it, I shouldn’t have to tell them.”

Clash started hysterically laughing. “You’re fucking losing your mind over me telling Keelie your name?” He tried to take a breath, but he was laughing so hard he couldn’t get it out. “It’s a name, Wasp, get the fuck over it.”

Snyder stopped me from hitting him again. “Did you tell Keelie his name?”

Clash shrugged. “The little bitch was begging for it. She said if I told her his name, she’d suck me off. Now I see why you didn’t want to share her.” Clash shot me a wink. “Her mouth is nice and warm, and her pussy is tight as fuck, too.”

Yeah, that was the wrong shit to say. I wasn’t just seeing red anymore, I was seeing full-on bloodshed. He dared to touch my slave, knowing she was mine? Now he’s really gonna have to die. Even though she was open for any man in the club to take, she was mine, and maybe he was the reason I just couldn’t satisfy her anymore. Damn, just the thought of that had me ready to throw even more blows.

“Goddamn it, Clash. How am I supposed to keep the peace when you’re over there running your mouth just asking to get your teeth knocked in?” Snyder sighed. “You know the club rules, Clash. Everyone is granted amenity when they become a Lewd Outlaw.” Snyder shot Clash a disapproving glare.

“It’s just a name,” Clash argued, rolling his eyes.

Snyder’s smile slid across his face evilly. “Is that so,Chuck?”

“Hey now! No need for that shit.”

“Wait? His name is Chuck?” I asked, my grin getting wider.

“His mom calls him Chuckie,” Snyder countered, grinning like a loon.

“Fuck you, Snyder.”

“I mean, if names aren’t that big of a deal,Chuckie, you won’t have any problem with us calling you by your first name, now would you?” I countered, digging at him even further.

Clash rolled his eyes. “Fine, I get it. Your name is sacred. I’ll try to keep my mouth shut next time. But if any of you call me Chuck or Chuckie again, all bets are off!”

Shasta picked that exact moment to wander into the room, eyeing the black eye Clash was sporting with great scrutiny. Sabbath hadn’t been around the clubhouse much today, he went out with Priest and Skid to get some shit done, but he wouldn’t specify what. As long as I wasn’t on clean up duty I didn’t care.

Shasta sauntered over and fingered Clash’s eye. “You okay?” she asked sweetly. The intimate gesture did not go unnoticed by me or Warrant, who was giving me a questioning look.

“Yeah, baby girl. I’m good. This motherfucker has anger issues. It’s a bee thing. Aggressive little buggers.”

I threw him a middle finger which he only laughed about.

She turned to face me, her eyes narrowing at me. “Figures it be you behind this, Wasp,” she said her words like darts aimed to wound me.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, strutting over to Snyder who was already standing between us to protect her.


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