Bloody Mine (Royal Bastards MC, #2)

rushed around him, stomping away without acknowledging his presence. Must have annoyed him, the selfish little punk.
“What? No greeting?”
“No,” I growled, continuing down the hall toward my room. My only interest was finding Sasha and getting rid of some of this tension, preferably while buried inside her and without interruption.
I didn’t make it far.
“Who’s the fucking suit?” Papa hadn’t actually met Angel before. He knew of him just not personally.
“Angel,” I replied, nearly spitting out his name.
“Fuck, Bodie.” His hand landed on my shoulder. “Tell me what’s got you so twisted.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“Besides Chamuco, Angel, the Scorpions, and the danger to Sasha.” His lips twitched. “I guess that’s a fuck ton of bullshit, eh?”
Only Papa could have made me smile at that moment. “Fucking hell. I’m gonna lose it.”
“Nah, you won’t. Just feels like it. Find your ol’ lady and fuck it out of your system for a couple of hours. Best way to deal with it.”
“That’s what I planned on doing.”
Papa lifted his hand, ticking his head toward the kitchen. “I think she’s cooking.”
Cooking? I could count on one hand how many times Sasha had cooked anything since we met.
Following Papa, I walked to the kitchen and then leaned against the door, snickering when I saw my girl wearing leggings and a tiny little top underneath a red apron. She had chocolate, flour, and something else smeared on her face, arms, and all over the red material.
It was fuckin’ adorable.
She gasped when she saw me. “You’re not supposed to know about this!”
Papa chuckled, shaking his head as he turned around and headed toward the bar.
Angel chose that moment to walk into the kitchen and his gaze roamed all over my woman, drinking in her beauty like his favorite shot of liquor. He didn’t hesitate to walk up and slap her on the ass, cupping her cheek like it was his fuckin’ property.
Arrogant fucking prick.
I rushed forward and grabbed him by his expensive suit color and lifted him up off the floor with one hand, so pissed that my Reaper had surged to the surface and taken over. My chest rumbled with a growl so fierce most men would have pissed their pants. Not bothering to correct him, I slammed his body up against the wall and sneered in his face.
“MINE.”
Angel lifted his hands in surrender. “Fuck. I guess the rumors about you all are true.”
Another growl was my response.
“Sorry. My mistake.”
I didn’t release him.
“Uh, sorry. Didn’t know you were taken. Thought you were a club whore.”
I leaned forward and smashed my head against his nose. “No touch again.”
My Reaper couldn’t even speak English correctly in his rage.
There was a loud crack. Angel cried out, trying to press against the flow of blood that suddenly gushed from his nostrils. “Fuck!” he yelled. “You broke my nose!”
I dropped him to the ground, snatching Sasha and pulling her into my arms. “No women.”
No a single female here would have to endure his touch. I’d make sure of it.
“Yeah, yeah. I got it. Didn’t have to overreact, you dick.”
Snarling, I nearly lunged for him again when Grim cleared his throat from the doorway.
“I suggest you learn the rules around here quickly, Angel. No one here is going to coddle your pathetic ass.”
A giggle escaped Sasha’s mouth and she buried her head into my shoulder as Angel rose to his feet, lifted his chin, and headed toward a bathroom to clean up.
“Fuck him,” I announced to Grim.
“Try to keep your Reaper in check, Bodie.”
My Reaper retreated and I nodded, unwilling to promise anything.
Grim’s phone began ringing and he answered it, walking away.
I gave Sasha a kiss and swatted her ass, winking before I followed my pres to the chapel.
“You’re sure?”
Grim hit speaker and I heard Salazar’s voice. “We have him.”
They found Chamuco.
“How is this playing out?”
“I will talk to him first. What is left, you may have. I will send my gift tomorrow morning.”
“Angel is no longer needed.”
“He knows.”
Angel approached the door, cracked his neck, and then replied. “I am leaving, uncle.”
“Good.”
A bunch of Spanish was rattled off and Angel cringed.
“On my way.”
“We’re good?” I asked, feeling less relieved than I would have thought.
“For now.”
We exchanged a look.
Nothing was final until we saw Chamuco’s body.
“I FIGURED OUT WHAT you were doing,” I announced, entering the kitchen a few minutes later.
“Oh?”
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”
Sasha gave me a cheeky smile. “Yep.”
“How about a ride?” Oh, I meant that in more ways than one.
“Sure thing,” she purred, tugging on the apron, and untying it, tossing the material aside. “Is it safe?”
“Yeah, baby. We’re good.”
She didn’t question what I said or debate it, just grabbed my hand, and headed toward our room so she could put on her leather jacket. This woman was fuckin’ perfect.
Five minutes later we were gliding out of the compound and onto the highway, enjoying the unusually warm afternoon. Sunshine was setting low on the horizon and golden rays stretched into pink from one end of the sky to the other. The wind blew around us and Sasha squealed, excited to be back on my bike. She loved to ride almost as much as I did.
We finally turned around for home, cruising through the city streets a short time later. The sun had completely set and the first stars were appearing above our heads. One of the best things about Nevada was the skyline at night. Bright, clear stars shined with a twinkle that was hard to find anywhere else in the U.S.
Sasha was pointing to the sky and I nodded, knowing she was thinking the same thing.
I never noticed we weren’t alone on the road until something slammed into the rear tire of my Harley and I nearly lost control, fighting to keep us from a crash. Cursing, I felt her tighten her hold around my waist. I pulled back on the throttle and switched gears, increasing my speed in an attempt to avoid a collision.
A black van sped up and kept pace with us, sliding open one of the