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Striding forward, I roughly pulled the naked woman away from him.
“Hey!” he protested.
Before he could let another curse out, I punched him in the face.
“Da fuck!” he cried, clutching his nose.
I punched him again, this time on his left cheek.
“Sober now?” I asked, glaring at the man.
He rubbed his cheek, his mean black eyes filling with rage. “Just because I tolerate you brats doesn’t mean you can cause shit in my home.”
“Youtolerate me?” I scoffed, shaking my head. “No, Roger. I tolerate you and the rest of you filthy geezers.” I gestured toward the young woman sitting on the floor, still naked. “She doesn’t even look older than fifteen.”
The girl ducked her head between her bony knees at once.
“Why the fuck do you care?” Roger shouted, getting to his feet. He shoved his erection back inside his pants and straightened up. I could see the anger flaring in his eyes but there was nothing he could do about it.
All his brothers were passed out drunk. No one was coming to rescue him from me.
“I don’t care who you fuck,” I said in a calmer tone. “As long as you don’t mess around with me and my brothers.”
A sliver of confusion flashed through his face. “What do you mean?” he asked in a gruff voice. “I haven’t messed around with any of you.”
I shook my head. “Maybe not you, but someone in your garage did,” I said in a grim tone. “Corey got his bike serviced just two days ago and tonight, his brakes failed. Not only that, after he crashed the oil tank leaked, causing the whole thing to blast. If someone didn’t get him away from the motorcycle in time, he’d have been toast.”
Roger rubbed the sore spot on his stubbled cheek thoughtfully.
“Who worked on Corey’s bike?” I asked.
Roger looked visibly uncomfortable. “What do you plan to do with him?”
“You shouldn’t care, Roger,” I said in a calm, deadly soft voice. “Worry about your own ass first. Let me handle it my way. If Noah pokes his nose in the matter, you and your brothers will be burning in hellfire.”
Roger paled under his rust-colored beard. He could be the president of his shitty biker club and lord over the geezers he called “brothers”, but he was just a dog to me and Noah.
He knew this fact very well. He needed both our money and influence in this town to enjoy the perks of running his stupid MC club.
“Drag out the guy who dared to mess with Corey and I’ll let you continue your shitshow in this town,” I said.
“But—”
“We don’t make threats, Roger,” I said in a low, calm tone. “I’m going to ask you for the last time. Bring out the guy who dared to betray both you and me.”
Roger made a noise in his throat. “He just received his cut,” said Roger, looking toward a young man slumped on a couch. A naked woman lay over him and from the position, it looked like he hadn’t pulled his dick out of her.
“Get her off him and bring him inside the workshop,” I commanded. “I’ll wait for you there.”
I walked out of the room and breathed the cold, fresh air deeply, willing for it to cleanse my nostrils of the stink. Knowing my way around Roger’s compound, I headed toward the workshop.
Reaching the one-story brick-lined building, I lifted the shutter and strode inside. Lights came on as soon as I stepped in, illuminating half-assembled bikes and workbenches filled with tools and motor parts.
Walking around, I looked for something to use as a weapon. My gaze fell on a long iron crowbar. Picking up the rod, I tested the weight and the feel of its surface against my palm.
Satisfied, I gripped the crowbar tightly.
The sound of struggles and someone shouting curses reached my ears. Next moment, Roger walked inside the workshop and threw the young man at my feet.
