Glaring at the hated woman, Killer folded his arms. “I risked my life protecting yours. You’re a real fucking bitch, you know that.”
“Old news, buddy.”
“Michael Granito, that’s his name. I don’t know why he’s here. I know he’s married to Kelsey.” Staring around the room, Killer couldn’t stomach being in the same room as his friends. He needed to get out before it all threatened to swallow him up.
“I’ll talk to her. I’ll get it settled, Killer, I promise,” Tate said, reaching out to him.
He shrugged her off. “I don’t need your fucking help. Fuck this, I’m going out for a ride.”
Storming out of the front door Killer walked toward his bike.
“If you think for one minute I’m going to allow you to get on that bike and ride off, you’re fucking mistaken,” Tiny said.
Killer turned around to see the leader of The Skulls heading toward him. “What’s it got to do with you? Stay out of my fucking business.”
“You think because I got a couple of kids and I’m married and fucking in love I can’t take you? I’ve been fighting little shits like you all my life.”
“You know my name is Killer for a reason, right?” he asked, ready to fight anyone.
“Your name is Theodore, and I can keep using it if you want.” Tiny took a step closer, advancing toward him until they stood toe to toe with each other. “You want to try this, then let’s do this.” Tiny stared into his eyes, waiting.
Killer didn’t know if he’d ever be able to beat Tiny. The man had at least fifteen years’ experience on him, maybe more.
“I’m not going to fight you,” Killer said.
“You a fucking pussy?”
“No, I’m showing my club president respect. My problems have nothing to do with the club. I’m not going to make it start now. You guys are still my family.”
Tiny stared at him for several seconds without saying a thing.
“Give me your keys. You can have one of the prospects drive you out of town, but you’re not bringing your shit to Fort Wills. You’re one of my boys, and I’m not having your death on my conscience. Find a woman, screw her brains out and then leave, and come back here to sort everything out.” Tiny always had the final say with the club. This was his way of caring, being the leader they all needed and one of the reasons Killer respected the man.
Killer reluctantly handed over his keys. “I don’t want a fucking prospect. They can’t handle their own dicks. Send me out Steven. He can think past his own dick.”
“You made the right choice,” Tiny said.
In one smooth strike, Killer was on his ass. Tiny had landed a punch right to his face.
“Don’t ever touch my daughter again like that. You hurt my family and I will end you without a second’s thought. You’re part of the family, Killer, have been for a few years. The men will wait for your lead in how you want to handle this … marriage. You want to fuck him up, then we’re here. We don’t attack any of our women, got it?”
Nodding at Tiny, Killer got to his feet waiting for Steven to come on out. He was touched by Tiny’s words. In The Lions there was never a sense of family. It was every man for himself. Steven walked out of the clubhouse, swinging the keys between his fingers and whistling. “You prefer my company to a prospect?”
“You got it. If you start ranting at me I’ll fucking hurt you.”
“Hey, man. I’m a fully-fledged Skull now. I can kick your ass right back if I want to. Tiny’s given me permission if you start to piss me off. He thinks it’ll be good for you to get your ass handed to you.” Steven moved toward the car, laughing.
Out of all the men, Killer liked Steven the best. When the man had gotten shot protecting Angel and Tate, Killer developed a great respect for the man. Blaine was also another man he respected, as he’d been with the two women when they were in danger, taking a bullet as well. Anyone who stood in front of a bullet to protect a woman, no matter who they were, deserved some kind of respect.
Climbing into the car, he pulled the seat back as far as it would go.
“Where we going?” Steven asked.
“A bar with lots of women. Not girls, I want a fucking woman.”
Thinking about losing himself inside a woman lost its appeal the further away from Fort Wills he got. The image of Kelsey with her cherry blonde hair and full luscious figure put him off wanting any other woman at all.
The hurt returned thick and fast. Not once did she tell him about her husband hidden away somewhere. The other thing that bugged him was the wealth the man clearly possessed. Was that the draw for Kelsey? She wanted a wealthy man waiting in the wings for when she finally settled down? In all the time they’d been together not once had he gotten that vibe from her. She was always happy with the simple things in life.