King(42)

Evie watched, fascinated as the bikers surrounded them. She couldn’t see what was going on with her friend surrounded by the large bikers, and she didn’t like that one bit. “Why are they here?”

“They must be protecting Penni.”

“She needs protection from them.”

A second later, the crowd parted so Evie could see Penni arguing with the one who had a scar on his face. He made a comment, and Evie could see from Penni’s face it was bad.

“Uh, oh,” Evie said when she saw Penni starting to hit him with her purse.

“Why is she hitting Jackal with her purse?” King asked her.

“She has a little bit of a temper,” Evie answered.

Penni continued to hit the biker who raised his arm to protect himself while jerking her purse out of her hand. The purse, which only had a simple snap closure, immediately flew open, spilling the contents of the purse onto the floor.

As Penni dropped to the floor, picking up the scattered contents and putting them back in her purse, her face blushed bright red when Jackal took the foil packet out of her hand. Penni got back to her feet, jerking it out of Jackal's hand before putting it back in her purse.

“You ready?” King picked up her purse from the table.

“What? I can’t leave Penni when—”

“Ice is going to make sure she gets home safely for me.” As King maneuvered her through the crowd, she looked back at Vida and Sawyer, who both seemed to have their hands full of angry husbands.

“King, you’re overreacting.”

King didn’t say anything, leading her through the doorway to his car. Henry watched their approach with a grin.

She slid in the car, turning back to King who slid in after her. Her mouth snapped open, ready to give him hell then closed it just as quickly when she saw the expression on his face he was no longer attempting to hide. Her instincts had her scooting away from him, hugging the opposite door as Henry closed his.

King leaned back indolently against the expensive leather, smoothing out his pants with an elegant hand. “Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?”

“I don’t have to tell you what I do every minute of the day.”

“No, only when you meet middle men and fuck around on me.”

Damn.

Evie gathered her temper. “First off, I resent your lack of trust. Secondly, I served in the military with Rabbit. I heard he was in town, and we met for lunch. That was it. Penni wanted to go out; I went with her. I had no intention of fucking around tonight.”

King picked up her purse that was lying on the seat between them. Opening it, his hand reached inside, pulling out the condoms. “Then why did you need these?” He put them back in her purse, closing it then handing it to her.

“I don’t owe you any explanations,” Evie said, looking out the window.

“Yes, you do.”

After the car had pulled up in front of King’s building, Henry opened the door for them. They walked through the lobby in silence. The ride in the elevator was filled with tension.

Inside the penthouse, King went to the bar, pouring them both drinks while Evie stood stiffly by the couch, shivering at King’s cold attitude. She had never seen this side of him. She had seen his arrogant and stubborn side, and she had seen him run his club with a business attitude, always maintaining a professional façade. But not this cold, detached side.

The man standing across the room from her, unbuttoning his shirt to show his muscular chest, was a man who had fought his way up from the streets, willing to do whatever it took to take what he wanted.

“I think this is partly my fault; I did not make myself clear. I expect a certain type of behavior from my woman, and one of those is not to fuck other men when she’s mine.”

“I’m not yours.”

“Yes, you are. You don’t want to admit it, but you are, Evie. All mine.”

When Evie shook her head, King set his glass down on the bar. She expected him to grab her, so she tensed, preparing to fight him. Instead, he went to the window.

“Come here.” Evie dropped her purse on the counter, moving to stand at the window, staring out like he was.

“That is my city. I own every person in it. Most don’t know it, but I do. Just like you.”

Again, Evie started to shake her head, yet in the next instant, he had moved so fast she didn’t have time to react. He jerked her top and bra from her body then ripped her skirt away. Evie trembled as she stood naked in front of him, only wearing a black thong that barely covered her shaved pussy.

He pressed her back against the window. “You put this tat on you, showing you belong to The Last Riders, but I’m going to pay Colton for a cover-up. My name will cover it because you belong to me now.”