“‘Bout f**kin’ time,” AK shouted out to our retreating backs, quickly followed by jeers and several beer bottles smashing to the ground.

Entering the garage, we walked up the back staircase to my apartment. As we entered the door, Mae announced, “Back again.”

Hooking an arm around her neck, I replied, “You sh-should never have f-fuckin’ left.”

Slipping off her leather jacket, she laid it over the chair and slouched down on the worn flat cushion. Moving to crouch before her, I cupped her face in my hands. Tears were brimming in her eyes, falling down her cheeks.

“Y-you okay?” I tried not to show my worry for her.

“He looked so hurt.” She sniffed as she wiped at her eyes with her hands.

I clenched my jaw, kinda pissed she was so upset for Rider. I stood up and holding out my hand for her to take, said, “Get y-your l-leathers.” I needed to get out of this f**kin’ place for a while.

Her eyebrows pulled down in confusion. “Why?”

“You’re c-coming with m-me.”

A short laugh graced her lips. “Where are we going?”

“Out.”

Her happiness soon faded. I raised an eyebrow in question. “My leathers—all my things—are still in Rider’s room.”

As I turned for the door, Mae’s hand gently gripped my arm. “I’ll go.”

“Fuck, n-no!”

“Styx…”

“I’ll g-get them. N-no arguments.”

I leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. With a low moan, her hands wrapped in my hair and she pressed her chest flush against mine, her pert tits pushing into my chest. My hands laid flat against her back, and skirting them down the thin material of Mae’s dress, I found the globes of her tight ass, groaning against her mouth as my c**k hardened in my jeans, pushing against her stomach.

Finding my sanity before I f**ked her on my unmade bed, I broke the kiss, pressing my forehead to hers. Flushed and breathless, Mae stepped back and I raced down the stairs to the clubhouse and toward Rider’s room, tucking my boner into my jeans.

Hammering on the door, I then tried the handle when there was no answer. As I entered the dark room, I didn’t notice the brother on his couch, clutching a bottle of Patrón. His dead eyes snapped to mine as I moved to the closet and began ripping down Mae’s clothes off the hangers, stuffing them into her bag lying on the closet floor. As I zipped up the bag, making sure her tiny leathers were on top, I turned only to find Rider throwing back the tequila, his lifeless eyes boring into mine.

Throwing the strap over my shoulder, I made a move to pass when he muttered, “You ain’t no good for her, you know.”

That stopped me on a dime. Walking three steps back, I signed, And who is? You?

A flash of white teeth shined through from beneath his dark beard as he grimaced and he shrugged. “Hell no. No f**ker is. She’s too good for anyone in this f**ked-up club. But I do get her, Prez. Do know her. And I know you. You’ll only f**k her around, break her when you cast her aside. Look at Lois, miserable her whole bastard life, now gone to Hades… because of you. You made her think she’d be your old lady one day. She stuck around, put in her time. Then Mae turns up and you shit on Lois, and then on Mae, with f**kin’ Dyson for f**k’s sake! She deserves more than you. More than all of us.”

Springing forward, I fisted Rider’s cut, really talking myself down from stabbing him in the chest and pissing in the open wound. Throwing him back to the couch, the shit didn’t even try to protect his injured arm.

Mae’s mine. Nothing to do with you. How I treat her and what we do ain’t none of your concern. And as for Lois… Talk ’bout her again and I’ll cut out your f**kin’ tongue. You wanna keep that patch, you better learn to f**kin’ respect me, I signed, laying a punch to the Road Captain patch on his cut.

As his biker boots planted to the floor, Rider sprang to his feet. He smashed the bottle against the wall, the liquor and glass spraying around the room. First time I’d seen the brother break.

“You made her my concern when you handed her to me! When you didn’t want her f**kin’ things up for you! Now after weeks and weeks of you treating her like shit, she’s straight in your bed. It’s a f**kin’ joke. She should be with me!”

Why? ’Cause you were a Jesus freak growing up? Don’t mean ’cause you know how to spout the f**kin’ thing she’s learned to despise, the thing that ruined her damn life, you’re meant to be with her.

Strutting forward, I got right in the brother’s face, the strong liquor reeking on his breath. You and me, brother. Got no issue as long as you stay the f**k away from Mae. She wants you as a friend. I don’t. Heal, do your runs, but if you get in my way with MY bitch, I’ll have no problem slitting your f**kin’ throat.

Laughing in my face, drunk off his ass, he smiled. “Yeah, she’s gotta damn Prince Charming in you, Prez. The bitch is beyond beautiful but I’m starting think she has no f**kin’ sense.”

I saw red.

Wrenching back my hand, I knocked the f**ker out with a crack to his jaw. As he crumpled on the couch, I grabbed the bag and stormed from the room. Tossing the bag on my bed when I arrived back in my apartment, a startled Mae shot up from the chair.

“I’ll b-be outside. Five m-m-minutes.”

With a nod from my woman, I headed to the yard and revved up my Harley.

I just f**kin’ needed to ride.

Chapter Sixteen

Styx

Exactly four minutes later, Mae stepped out into the warm night, head to toe in skintight black leather. My hands tightened on my Fat Boy’s handlebars, my leather gloves grinding at my too-tight grip. Her long black hair was back in a braid and she rocked a pair of kickass black, short round-toed cowboy boots on her small feet.

Stepping toward me, she held her hands out to the side. “What do you think?”

Biting my lip ring between my teeth, I smiled and gave her a slow appreciative nod. Heeling back the kickstand, my two feet planted on the ground as Mae sat behind me, her arms instantly wrapping around my waist. Briefly closing my eyes, I exhaled. It felt so damn right. She belonged on the back of my bike. It killed me seeing her like this with Rider.

No. Fuckin’. More. My bike or none at all.

With a click of the control, the large metal gate opened and we rolled out of the compound. The warm breeze instantly whipped against my face and Mae buried her head into my cut, clutching me close. I knew just the place to take her.