Reckless Temptations (Tempted #4)(65)

“We’ll handle it,” he barked. “That chink fuck can try to do whatever he wants…we’ll shut the motherfucker down,” he added.

I nodded in agreement because he needed me to but I was realistic, there was a fucking price tag on my head, literally, and I needed to accept that shit. I’d fight alongside my club, fight to the death of me, but I needed to prepare myself in case I was fighting a losing battle.

“Need you to take care of something for me,” I began, turning my eyes back toward him.

“What?”

“If this don’t end my way, I need you to get my parents to give my money to Lauren,” I said. His eyes turned to mine in a flash, anger reflecting in them at my request.

“Nothing is going to happen to you,” he seethed, turning his eyes back to the road.

“Right, but if anything ever should. Even if it has nothing to do with the Chinese, and ten years from now I get hit by a truck, I need to know you’ll get her the money so she can take care of Pea.”

“Do your parents even know about Pea?”

“No, and I don’t want a fucking thing from them while I’m breathing but if something happens to me, then my kid deserves that money,” I said, as we pulled into the Dog Pound lot. I glanced out the window and saw Bianci standing outside, next to my bike.

Shit.

I sighed and looked back at Bones.

“Can you do that for me?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he hissed. “For Pea,” he said through clenched teeth, before he pointed his index finger at me. “Don’t fucking talk like that again, like you’re going to get clipped and leave that kid fatherless,” he ordered.

Pea was worming his or her way into everyone’s life.

I shoved his finger out of my face and rolled my eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere, asshole. It will take a lot more than a pack of ninjas to take this guy down,” I declared, reaching for the door handle and climbing my naked ass out of the van.

I squared my shoulders back, head held high as my dick flapped in the wind and strode toward the compound like the badass I am.

My demeanor dissolved when I saw my precious Harley covered in red fucking paint and Bianci standing next to it with a sponge.

“Step away from the bike!” I demanded, my one good eye assessing the damage before I looked back at Bianci, staring daggers at him like the one eyed bandit. Just call me Cyclopes.

“What did you do to my Bike?”

“What the hell happened to you?” He growled, ignoring my question, and me for that matter, as he turned to Jack. “What the fuck?”

“None of your business Bianci,” Jack growled.

“The fuck it isn’t,” he pressed, diverting his eyes back briefly, taking in all the glory that is me.

“Go home, Bianci,” Jack demanded. “Your ass don’t belong here, this is club business, something you’re not about. Now, I’ll only say this one more time—go the fuck home to your wife and be the fucking upstanding citizen people fought hard for your ass to be,” Jack ordered, turning around and eyeing the rest of us.

“Chapel, now,” he bellowed, switching his gaze to me. “Get him cleaned up and checked out,” he ordered, before moving toward the door that Bianci was standing in front of.

Guy had balls.

Or maybe heart.

Someone should give the poor sucker a patch—I think he misses the life.

“Riggs became my business when you put him on me and he’s staying my business because of the kid he and my sister are having,” Bianci ground out.

“Aww, you love me,” I said mockingly.

Anthony diverted his eyes to me, silencing me with a glare.

“You people live for one another—me and my people live for family. So, you keep living for yours and I’ll keep living for mine,” he paused, pointing toward me. “I’ll stand back, let you do your thing but a hair on his head gets harmed, all bets are off,” Anthony warned Jack.

I guess he didn’t catch my new do.

“Like I said before, Bianci…go home,” Jack ground out, walking around him and into the Dog Pound.

Bianci stepped aside, and we all followed Jack into the clubhouse. When it was my turn to limp my ass across the threshold, Anthony reached out and cupped my chin, turning my head and staring at my dope haircut. I peered at him, watched his blue eyes darken in a way I’d never seen. Before I could say a word he dropped his hand and started for his car.

The Satan’s Knights had a doctor on call for situations like this. Wolf had already made a call and the doctor was waiting for me when I stepped into the Dog Pound. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline or the goddamn need for revenge but my injuries didn’t bother me, I tried to make light of them. Even when the doctor had to stitch my fucking forehead. Good times.

My bike was fucked.

My cut was gone.

And I had a fucking haircut I didn’t want.

Doc took his sweet time patching me up, making me look like Frankenstein. When he was done I hurried to put my clothes on and meet the guys in the Chapel. I didn’t care if I had to ride bitch, since my bike was a fucking canvas now, I wasn’t being left behind.

I grabbed a baseball hat, fitted it to my head and made my way down to Chapel just as they were walking out.