Resisting The BikerBy: Cassie Alexandra & K. L. Middleton
“We’re waiting for Tank,” said Krystal in a shrill voice.
He ignored her. “I know Blondie is Tank’s. I’ve already been warned. But, nobody mentioned you, Sweetness. You’ve got no patch either. You’re free territory. I say we go do a little exploring.”
I laughed, trying to make light of everything, even though I was seething inside. Why couldn’t he just leave me alone?
“You like that one, huh? I’ve got something else for you, too,” he said, grabbing his crotch. “Now, drink the rest of your beer and we’ll hit the road.”
“Do I have to spell it out for you?” I said, totally disgusted. “I’m not interested.”
Breaker nostrils flared. “I don’t think you understand who you’re talking to.”
“An asshole is who I’m talking to,” I snapped. “Now, fuck off.”
His buddies at the table snickered.
The man’s hand snaked out and he grabbed my arm roughly. “You fucking cunt. Let’s go. Now.”
Krystal sucked in her breath. “Oh my God.”
I pulled my arm away from him in shock. The guy was treating me like one of those whores she had told me about. As big and bad as he looked, nobody treated me like a slut that was up for grabs. “Leave me alone,” I said through my clenched teeth. “Before I call the bouncer over here.”
He laughed coldly. “The bouncer? Good luck with getting help from that pig.”
Before I could respond, two other guys stepped next to us, one being Tank.
Breaker took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “Hey, Tank. Looks like the meeting is over, huh?”
“Almost. What’s going on, Breaker?” asked Tank, picking at his teeth with a toothpick.
“Just havin’ me some fun,” said the man, smirking. “You said we should relax and enjoy ourselves. So, that’s what I’m trying to do.”
“Not with my girl, you’re not,” said a deep voice.
I turned to find myself staring up at a pair of icy blue eyes and a smile that wasn’t meant to be friendly.
Breaker’s eye narrowed. “Thought Brandy was your Old Lady, Raptor.”
So this was Raptor?
I could see why Krystal found him fascinating. He was certainly good-looking, with his square jaw, full lips, and muscular frame. His blond hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail, exposing his ears, which were both pierced. For some reason, he reminded me of a model that I’d seen recently in a pricey cologne ad. I’d been drawn to his eyes, thinking they must have been Photo-shopped because of the dazzling color. That guy had nothing over Raptor, however. His eyes sparkled like the bluest of tanzanite. Bluer than anything my mother had ever sold, and she was a jeweler. They were so stunning that it was hard to look away.
“You thought wrong,” answered Raptor.
“Yeah. That ship has sailed,” said Tank, smirking. “And… I wouldn’t bring her up anymore.”
Raptor slid his arm around my waist and pulled me in tightly. “As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”
I had to do something with my hands before I grabbed Slammer and killed the bastard, so I pulled the chick against me and gave him a look that said ‘fuck you’. He was a complete psycho and had we been alone, I’d have made sure he never touched a woman again. Rumor had it that he’d raped and beaten Slammer’s Old Lady’s daughter. It was what tonight’s meeting was about. But, the Devil’s Rangers were denying his involvement. Things were getting ugly in the back of the club, but apparently, they were just as ugly in the front.
“As I was saying, Breaker… this kitten is mine, so I suggest that you go find your own.”
Slammer looked at me like we wanted to bash my skull in and I stared back at him, daring him to fucking try it.
Part of me was annoyed that they were treating me like a possession. The other part liked the way Raptor’s arm felt around my waist and the smell of him – leather and a trace of cologne. A good cologne. As I leaned closer to get a better whiff, Raptor looked down and our eyes met.