Remy stopped and looked over at the middle aged man. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Man killed your brother, and all you’re doing is stealing his woman. Is she really worth the cost of not being able to bury your brother and kill the dickhead that took him from you?”
Remy considered his words for a moment. Fritz loved violence, and he hated the Scorpions more than Remy did, which said a lot. He’d been itching to rile shit up between the gangs. Went on and on about how the town was only big enough for one. How they had the chance to reclaim their territory and get back what was rightfully theirs. While there was some logic in the man’s words, the destination of Remy’s thoughts always led back to those auburn eyes. He wanted her. He’d waited long enough. Damn straight she was worth it.
“Yeah,” he answered, conviction thick in his voice. “She is.”
If anything, he got the best end of the stick. Brett would have raped her. Would have probably killed her too just so it wouldn’t get back to the Scorpions. He’d pulled a knife on her. Had his hand wrapped around her neck. Sara told Remy everything. He’d have killed him too. But Jaxon doing it had presented the opportunity for a deal like this, and fate had grabbed Remy by the balls and screamed, take it!
Now that’s a story that should be made into a romance movie if ever he heard one.
On his way to the bunker, he picked up breakfast and ordered all kinds of varieties of foods his birdy might like. He would learn all about her: her favorite breakfast; the music she listened to; her favorite genre of movies; whether she liked decorative shit in her hair; if her periods warranted pads with fucking wings on them...
He was going to learn it all. Every inch of her too.
End of Sneak Peak…