Techy (Devil Souls MC Book 2)(43)

Inside the house, a woman who resembles Jean is holding her face, and she has a split lip and a black eye. My guess is the fucker just hit her again. He looks around at us, and I grin. This man is nothing, and he is about to get his ass beat. I hear the prospects turn off, and I know they won’t follow because Jean told them not to because it’s her sister’s house.

He looks at Jean then to her sister. “Stupid bitch! You had to call in the MC whores!” he yells.

Oh, hell no!

Swinging my baseball bat, I hit him hard right on the kneecap. He screams like the little girl he is and hits the floor. He lifts his right hand, and I swing again, hitting him on the wrist. I hear a noticeable breaking sound. Oops, I must have broken his hand.

He screams again and starts crying.

Shaking my head in disgust, I step back and let someone else have a turn. Nobody makes a sound, and I look over at Jean. She has her phone out, recording what’s going on.

Damn.

“My turn!” Chrystal yells in a singsong voice. She fixes her brass knuckles and punches him straight in the face.

His head bounces back, and she throws another punch, and he hits the floor, groaning. She steps back, and Shaylin steps forward. She raises her Taser and shoots him. He starts shaking and screaming. Then I hear someone running up the porch, and I look over just as the prospects step in. They take in the scene, their eyes wide.

“What the fuck in going on?” One of them steps inside, walks over to Shaylin, and takes the Taser from her.

All she does is smile.

“Fuck, call the men. We are getting our asses beat.” The one who took Shaylin’s taser voices defeat.

The man on the floor starts yelling, “Help!”

Jean’s sister comes to life and walks over to him, kicking him in the face. “Oh, shut the fuck up!”

Shit. We are told we can’t leave and our men are on the way. I am really going to get my ass spanked tonight, but what am I going to do? He hit her again, and I can’t let that slide. A man like that needs to be taken off his pedestal.

For the next twenty minutes, we help Jean’s sister pack her stuff and put it in her car. Then the men pull up. Every single member of the whole club. Yep. We are in so much trouble.

They all park on the street and walk side by side over to us like they’re in some kind of action movie. Jordan is staring directly at me with a pissed-off expression. I smile sweetly at him, and his eyes narrow.

Yep, in so much trouble.

“Hi, honey,” Chrystal says to Kyle, and his lips twitch slightly.

“What did you do?” Jordan says once he reaches me.

Clearing my throat, I nervously look around at everyone. “He hit Jean’s sister and I may have gotten carried away with the”—I lower my voice—“baseball bat.”

Jordan’s face softens, and I step forward, wanting him to hold me. He sighs deeply, his nose flaring with expressed emotion. Stepping forward again, I wrap my arms around him, placing my head to his chest, snuggling into him, I close my eyes, breathing in my man’s scent.

“Well, let’s go see the fucker the women beat up,” Vinny says.

Trey follows after him. They burst out laughing, and I smile into Jordan’s chest.

“I have a video!” Jean yells, and then everyone’s phones buzzes.

Tell me she didn’t just send that to everyone?

I feel Jordan shifting to the side, and I see his phone pop into view.

I hear the noises of the baseball bat cracking against the man.

“Fuck, angel.”

I wince, but I laugh under my breath slightly because I didn’t think I had that in me. All the anger I had for my father came out in the moment, and it felt amazing to dish that out to someone who needed their ass beaten.

“Let’s get out of here.” He tucks me into his side.

We walk together toward his motorcycle. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Butch carrying Shaylin, his arm wrapped around her middle. He looks pissed off, but Shaylin just smiles.

She is too sweet for her own good and the total opposite of Butch, but they clash in a good way. His dark to her soft, light-blond hair, petite body and beautiful features.

Jordan pulls my vest and my helmet out. I pull the vest over my head and Jordan slaps the sides and then puts the helmet on my head, while I snap the buckle.

I am kind of hungry. Maybe we should stop and get a nice steak? Yum.

“Jordan, want to stop and get food?”

He grins at me, his eyes lighting up. My heart skips a beat. This man does things to me.

“Anything for my, angel.”

I’m swooning big time right now. Grinning, I lean up and kiss him on the lips.

“Ass on the bike.” He smacks me on the ass.

I climb on. He climbs on next, grabs my calves, and pulls me flush against him.