Page 33 of Marked By Myth

“I did it because you should have always had it. You’re my ol’ lady.”

“Let me go, Adrian. That other girl from yesterday would love the title.”

“I don’t give a fuck. I told you once we marry, that was it.”

“We were seventeen!”

Myth crossed the distance between us, crowding me until I felt the backs of my thighs hit the bed. His arm scooped around my waist and held me steady, his other had cupped my jaw. “It still stands.”

I couldn’t stop the moan that erupted from me when he kissed me hard, brutal. Claiming me all over again. I’d never recovered from the way Myth could kiss. It was consuming in the best possible way.

All too soon, he pulled away, leaving me mindless for a moment. “I’ve got shit to do. Stay here.”

He was moving toward the door. When my brain caught up to what was happening, I bolted but got there just as I heard the door slam shut and the lock turn.

No!

Rattling the doorknob did nothing. I balled my fists, letting my anger ignite once more, and pounded on the door. It was no use.

No one would turn against their prez in his own clubhouse. I knew that all too well. I turned, and slid down the door, tears flowing freely. I was stuck here.

At my ex-husband’s mercy.

Myth

“You sure about this?” Fang asked me as we dismounted from our bikes outside the abandoned factory.

“Frenzy told me this is the only place where anyone had seen activity lately.”

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

“Fuck off, Fang. I’m not talking about her with you.”

He may be one of my oldest friends, but this ain’t something he could talk me out of. She was mine.

To protect.

To love.

I wasn’t sending her back to the asshole who thinks she’s his. She would always be mine.

Menace joined us as we pulled our weapons out and headed toward the entryway of the factory. Frenzy had tracked the Bloody Scorpions on the CCTV heading in this direction and since this is the only unaccounted for factory, it had to be theirs.

Fang kicked open the doors and men scrambled, raising their guns at us. I waited for someone to claim responsibility so we could talk. They may be our rivals but if they thought about taking out a Royal Bastard, they’d have their asses handed to them and they knew it.

“We can wait all day,” I called out. “Or I can call the rest of my brothers here. You choose.”

Finally, after a few nervous glances at each other, one of them stepped forward. I noted his name on his kutte with the President patch underneath.

“Mind telling us what you’re doing on our territory without permission, Notch?”

“Do I need permission to set up here?” he asked, a cocky grin on his face that I knew was going to piss me off and fast.

“Yes.”

“We’re not doing anything here, Myth. We’re simply a group of men who like to ride motorcycles.”

“Really? Is that so? Every club knows the rules. You don’t come into another club’s territory without permission. I let it go for long enough, but I’m not playin’ around now. You come and disrupt my supply line, steal from the Royal Bastards again, and we’ll be having a different conversation.”