Outlaw's Vow: Grizzlies MC Romance(131)

Fuck, it was quiet in the farmhouse. Too damned quiet.

Where the hell was Beam? And Sally?

Something moved outside the window in the fields outta the corner of my eye. I whipped around and saw Norm with his salt and pepper hair moving near the garden, winding up a hose.

One accounted for. Two more missing.

The kitchen opened into a big living area, and at first it looked just as empty as everything else. I turned to head up the rickety old staircase, before I heard the laugh coming from the nook next to it.

I heard a wet smacking sound, recognized it instantly. Finding some cartel asshole with his dagger to my girl's throat would've only hit me a little harder.

My girl? Fuck no, she wasn't. Not with her lips on another brother.

Still, that didn't mean I was gonna shrug and walk away the second I saw Beam holding her against the wall, his punk ass crop of hair flopping as he moved his lips against hers.

Sally's eyes were huge, and they turned into big blue moons the second she saw me. Our eyes locked. Rage steamed through every drop of blood in my veins. She didn't take her eyes off me for a second, deepening her kiss, suddenly shifting her hips into his.

No way. No goddamned fuckin' way. She's not teasing me like this and getting the hell away with it.

“Thieving jackass – get the fuck off!” Everything happened in a blur.

I moved so fucking fast, all on auto-pilot, that I barely realized what my hands were doing before they clutched Beam's throat, twisted him around, and threw him against the fucking staircase. He hit the banister with a sick pop, about the time Sally screamed.

Beam roared, kicked, and twisted on the ground, bounding back on his feet. Okay, so the blow hadn't cracked his spine. Why the fuck did that disappoint me so much?

“What the fuck are you doing!?” They both screamed it simultaneously, like getting hot and heavy had linked their minds or something.

I ignored her and started heading for the fuck cornered by the banister. Growling, he took a predictable swing when I was about a foot away. I caught his wrist and twisted it with ease, bending it backward like fucking putty.

“You're here to do a job, asshole. Not make a move on the woman who owns this place. You step the fuck away right now, maybe I won't have to break your good riding wrist.”

“Fuck you, Roman,” Beam snarled, pain narrowing his eyes. “Where do you get off? You're not the Prez. You've got no right!”

“Whatever. Keep talking, asshole. I'll let you explain your broken paw to Blackjack.”

I wasn't serious. Snapping a brother's wrist would land me in a world of shit.

But I bent his hand to the limits, making him double over with rage and hurt, all while Sally finally caught up to me, beating on my back and screaming incoherently.

“Let him fucking go, Roman! This isn't your business! It's my house!”

If only it were so easy to ignore her the rest of the time. I didn't let up the death grip on his wrist 'til his knees hit the floor, and he became a gibbering mess, begging me to let go.

“Last chance, brother.” That last word dripped sarcasm all over the fucking place. “You gonna be a good boy and behave yourself, or do I have to get papa involved?”

One more tug on the wrist. Beam grunted, then forced his eyes open, staring at me with the beaten hatred I'd seen on men when I remind them who's the strongest bastard in the room.

“Let go. Please. I'll bounce.”

All I needed to hear. My hands released and I stepped backward. It took the fuck a few seconds to collect himself and stand up again. Turning, I finally looked at Sally, and she shook her head, tears bright in her beautiful eyes.

It was hard as fuck not to go after Beam. Christ, how long were they at it? Did he feel her tits? Her hot wet pussy?

Everything making me lose my goddamned mind for years? Everything I wanted to suck and own and fuck, even after she'd spat in my face several times over?

“Sally...” She looked away when I reached for her, whipping her head around to hide the tears. “You gotta talk to me, babe. I came in here on business. Honest. Seeing my boy fucking around like that wasn't part of the plan.”

“Your plan doesn't rule my life!” she snapped. “None of this does. We're supposed to be done, Roman. I knew I should've taken this upstairs...”

“No, you never should've kissed this asshole. Period. You outta see him at the clubhouse. Our new brother goes through a new slut every week, and you were about to be his latest toy.” My turn to shake my head. “Fucking shit, Sally. We both know you're better than a casual fuck.”

“Am I?” Her blue eyes cut right through me, laser beams running on bald faced hate. “Casual's all we were, wasn't it? We made our mistakes and trashed what we had. I'm moving on, and you don't have any say. Besides, you want to talk about poor Beam going casual? Let's talk about what I saw you doing at the clubhouse, Roman. You're the manwhore. You're the one who came out naked, that pigtailed slut hanging on your arm, bawling me out for some crap I never even did!”