Gibson hesitated, fear ripe on his face for me to pluck and devour. But I was done playing games with him. I just wanted to see my girl.
So I slapped a hand on the door and arched my brows.
With a quiet sigh, he opened it.
As soon as the door swung open, somethin’ came flyin’ at me.
I braced on my back foot and opened my arms just in time to catch Cressida as she wrapped her limbs around me and stuffed her face in my hair.
“King, King, King,” she chanted as she clutched at me. “Thank God.”
I could feel the anger cracklin’ in my stomach, the inferno of my wrath lickin’ flames up the walls of my gut until they burned and smoked in my throat. Gibson closed the door after us as I moved into the room and perched her ass on the metal table so I could pry her gently out of my neck and check her over.
Those whiskey eyes I loved so much were blown black with anxiety and too dark in her pale face. I cupped her cold cheek and gathered her hands in one of mine to inspect them too. The knuckles on her right hand were red and abraded from violence.
A shock of mirth pulsed through my anger, and I barked out a laugh as I looked up into her suddenly sparklin’ eyes. “Please tell me you fucked that motherfucker up.”
She laughed, but it was breathy, and I could see just how shaken she was. “I got one good punch in, but I did have him pinned for a hot minute. Got him in the foot with my heel too when he had me pressed against the car.”
A low grumble worked its way loose from my gut. “He fuckin’ touched you?”
She bit her lip and placed both hands on my chest as if soothin’ some rabid bear. At that moment, I felt like one too.
“He pulled me over with some bullshit excuse and then made me get out of the car so he could ‘check me’ for weapons or drugs. Tayline told me in the shop yesterday that Officer Ormand had done basically the same thing to her recently.”
“They’re askin’ for it,” I growled.
There was no easier way to earn the wrath of The Fallen than to fuck with our women and families.
“I think they are,” she agreed, wrappin’ my waist with her legs to pull me tight. “They know you’re more likely to fudge up and commit an actual punishable offense if they can get to us. But you’re smarter than that…right?”
My woman was clever, playin’ on my ego like that, but still, I knew better than to rashly agree. My blood ran too hot in my veins, ignitin’ an anger that I didn’t know how to bank. McDougal had fucked with my woman. Put his goddamn hands on my woman. I had to show him what happened to a man who wronged Cress.
I had to show him just what would happen if he did it again.
“King,” Cress called, hands framin’ my face so she could pull my gaze down to her. “Please, don’t play into this game. They want you to blow a gasket and fuck up.”
“Knew what kind of man I was when you started datin’ me, babe, and that is not the kinda man who stands idly by while his woman is harassed.”
“He also shoved Ares,” she admitted and then winced when I cursed viciously and slammed a palm loudly against the table. “But he’s okay, really. He’s with a case worker drinking juice.”
“The point is not that you and Ares are okay. Need you to get this, Cress, because you signed on for me prospectin’ with the club just as much as I did. We do not let things like this go unchecked. We will fuck up McDougal for fuckin’ with you and Ares.” She opened her mouth to protest, but I pressed a finger to her lips and ducked my head low so I could speak just for her and not the cameras recording us. “And we’ll do it in a way there’s zero blowback. You get me?”
She sank her fingers into the hair over my ears and curled them in, holding me tight, eyes wide and so trusting it made my heart clench. “Whatever you have to do, honey.”
“My rough and tumble Queen,” I praised before I kissed her because kissin’ her was the only option.
I wanted to taste that trust and feel that love on my tongue. She moaned into me, chest archin’ so her breasts could press against my chest.
“Proud of you,” I told her when we broke for breath. “My badass biker girl.”
“You know it,” she said, beamin’.
“H.R. is probably going to make you some kind of biker bitch reward,” I teased. “Maja and Hannah will take you out with your crew and get you drunk on tequila to celebrate, and I’ll have a drunk and horny Cress on my hands.”