Wild Ride(The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 7)(17)

Vengeance paused and looked at his friend.

“This is her life,” he said.

“You think that woman up there wants to spend the rest of her life working at a florist shop, and not getting down and dirty with you?”

Vengeance had seen a subtle change in her over the past couple of weeks. Whenever he arrived, and she hadn’t seen him yet, he saw her sadness. The moment she looked at him, saw right into him, she smiled.

In a strange kind of way, that was exactly how he felt with her. Until he saw her again there was a darkness inside him, clawing to get out, which only grew quiet when he was near Constance. Having her in his arms was a blessing, a dream, and he didn’t want to lose that, not for a second.

Straddling his bike, he waited for Weasel to pull off from the curb, and he followed behind him. Leaving Constance was growing more and more tedious. He wanted her on the back of his bike, riding with him every moment they could.

His club brothers had found a way with their old ladies. He didn’t see a reason why he couldn’t have that kind of life himself.

Being part of the Soldiers of Wrath wasn’t easy. It was hard and dangerous. Their lives were constantly under threat, but they were a brotherhood. Constance had no one else in the world.

His family could become hers, and their future twined together.

Vengeance was looking forward to getting back to her, and to giving her the chance to experience life with him.





14





One week later



Vengeance sat at the bar and glanced at Constance. He’d picked her up a few hours ago, took her out to dinner, and now they were hanging out at the club.

He wanted to take her to the cabin that the club owned, just spend some alone time with her, and make her see how well they fit together.

She was speaking to Deanna and the other old ladies, and it was clear she fit right in. He’d known she would, though.

He turned back and faced the bar, nursed his beer, and stared at one of the prospects who cleaned off the bar top.

“She’s a class act, Vengeance,” Rocky said.

He wanted to tell everyone that she was his, that Constance was his old lady, that she was going to be in his life forever. He wanted to have her by his side, make her see that they belonged together. He could protect her, could make her see that being with him was what they both needed.

God, she was perfect for him.

Vengeance glanced over his shoulder, smiling. “Yeah, she really fucking is.” But his smile faded when he saw Ranger, one of the new prospects, walking over to her.

Deanna lifted her hand and waved goodbye, and fucking Ranger walked right up to Vengeance’s woman.

Vengeance curled his fingers around the neck of the bottle and clenched his teeth, feeling pissed at the very thought of another man speaking with his woman.

Ranger touched Constance’s arm, and even if it was innocent, Vengeance couldn’t help the rage that burned bright in him.

He fucking lost it.

He moved back from the bar, seeing red. He needed to put everyone and anyone in their place if they crossed the line with Constance. He had Ranger by the throat, pressed to the wall, and glaring at him in a matter of seconds.

“God, Vengeance?” Constance’s voice was low, hesitant.

“Hey man, what’s up?” Ranger said, his voice strained from the pressure Vengeance had on his throat. He also looked scared.

Good.

Vengeance clenched his hand tighter around the other man’s neck.

“You don’t think about her, talk to her, and sure as hell don’t fucking touch her, got it?” Maybe Vengeance was overreacting, but hell, when it came to Constance he couldn’t help it.

Ranger nodded frantically, the fear in his eyes clear.

“She’s mine, and you and every fucker who wants to sniff around her should remember that.”



“What the hell?” Constance said as Vengeance led her down the hall and to an empty room.

He had her pressed to the wall a second later. He didn’t speak at first, but he didn’t need to say anything because feeling him pressed up against her, feeling his hard cock against her belly, was enough of a confirmation of what he wanted and needed.

In the next second, his lips were on hers. All thought left her mind. “You’re mine.” He ravished her mouth. Vengeance took from her, devouring her mouth as if he had a right to it.

And he does.

Vengeance bit her bottom lip before pulling away. They were both panting, and she felt her heart race. At first she’d been annoyed he’d been so brutal, acting live a caveman when she was speaking to that guy. But now all she could think about was how she wanted him.

“I don’t like you talking to other guys. I’m a possessive bastard when it comes to you.”