Page 23 of Tico

“Y-Yes, Prez. S-Sorry, Prez. I didn’t know she was your woman. I thought you were with Empress.”

I snarl at hearing that bitch’s name. “First off, you should have fucking known Ember was with me. I’ve never let another woman on the back of my bike that wasn’t family, let alone that fucking bitch, Empress. Second, I’ve never personally escorted a woman in here before today. Based on those two facts alone, you should have known not to start a fucking dick measuring contest and belittling my woman. You’re fucking lucky that she didn’t pull out all her moves otherwise your ass would have been the one that was a bloody mess on the mats.” A growl builds in my throat. “And lastly, I willneverfucking be with Empress. I know she’s your friend’s sister, but she’s a fucking manipulative, vile bitch who will do anything to sink her claws into one of us.”

I squeeze his throat tighter for a moment before releasing him. Circling the desk, I sink into my chair.

“Now, what’s this bullshit that I’m with Empress? Who’s spreading that bullshit?”

Rocket frowns as he rubs his throat. “I heard it from Bandit and Empress has been telling the other women fighters that they need to stay away from you because you guys are an item.”

Bandit, who is another fighter of ours but isn’t part of our club, is Rocket’s friend and Empress’ older brother.

Chingada vida(Fuck my life). I don’t need this petty shit. “Get Bandit and Empress in here. This fucking shit stops now.” I gesture to the door and he quickly leaves.

Turning in my seat, I look out through the one-way glass to find Ember doing some light mobility drills. Daemon and Reese are bent over a tablet, most likely looking at videos of Banshee’s recent fights.

Speaking of, I unlock my drawer, grabbing my own tablet that holds the videos for female fighters and lock back up. Leaving my office, I walk through the gym, dipping my chin in acknowledgement when a few people call out a greeting.

Daemon looks up as I approach. “Prez.”

I give him a chin lift before settling my gaze on the fight that’s playing on Reese’s tablet. Then I frown when I see who Banshee is fighting.

“Is that your most recent video of Banshee?” I ask them and Reese nods.

“Yeah, I asked a buddy of mine to send a few more over, but he hasn’t done it yet.”

I scroll through my tablet and find Banshee’s last fight which was with Crystal. “This was from last month, her most recent fight.”

The three of us pour over the video while Ember continues her light training. At some point, Ember comes over to join us and Reese restarts the video for her. Then he takes point when discussing Banshee’s form and reminding her about her weaknesses.

About an hour later, I hear the main door open but don’t turn around, keeping my focus on Ember as she stretches while continuing to watch videos of Banshee’s fights.

My body tenses as small hands land on my back and then arms wrap around my waist.

“I came as soon as you called, Babe,” Empress purrs and I grasp her arms before roughly shoving her away from me.

“Keep your fucking hands off me,” I growl as I stare her down.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Bandit with his arms crossed over his chest, watching us with a confused look. Behind him, I notice Shuriken, Chief and Claw have created a wall, keeping the others from seeing us back here. I can hear Creed and Rocket escorting anyone not in the club out of the building.

Annoyance flashes in Empress’s eyes before she pouts and bats her eyes at me as she pushes out her chest. “Aw, don’t be like that, Babe. You’re just stressed. Why don’t we go somewhere where we can work off that tension.”

She reaches out to touch my chest, but I grip her wrist and tighten my hold just enough to show her I mean business but not enough to hurt her. I snarl at her, while at the same time, my gut tightens in revulsion at the thought of sleeping with Empress.

I’m about to rip into her when a low, dark, husky chuckle reaches my ears. I smirk as I release Empress and cross my arms over my chest.

Whatever Ember’s going to do, I most definitely want to see it.

My smirk deepens when I catch Bandit’s reaction when he realizes someone’s behind Empress. Then I see the moment where it clicks for him who Ember is. He gives me an almost nervous look, but I turn, focusing on Ember.

Empress frowns at the sound and turns toward Ember who is still stretching her legs out in the splits.Mierda(Shit). The sight has my dick twitching in my jeans and seeing how flexible she is, it’s giving me all sorts of thoughts for later.

“There’s only going to be one person relieving Tico’s tension, and that will be me, Empress,” she says with a hard edge in her voice.

My gaze flicks from Ember to Empress and back to Ember. I wrack my brain for if she’s ever fought Empress before, but I don’t think so. Then again, I normally don’t schedule Empress for fights outside our own pit anymore because of her past behavior at away fights. On the flip side, they could have also just watched each other’s fights, which isn’t uncommon.

Empress narrows her eyes at Ember. “Viper,” she damn near hisses. “What the fuck are you doing here in Royal Bastards territory? Last I heard, your worthless piece of shit father was keeping you contained up in the UP on a leash like a dog.”

If Empress’ words bother Ember, she doesn’t show it except for the dark smirk that forms on her face. She gracefully rises off the mat and saunters over to me, her lush hips swaying with each step. Despite how much she works out, she’s still got a curvy figure that makes my mouth water. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her into me and squeezing her hip gently.