Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86823 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Too bad the bitch didn’t know just how dirty I could fight.
“Amy, right?” Leanne asked. By the tone of her voice, I knew nothing else coming out of her mouth was going to be nice.
“Yeah,” Amy told her, meeting her eyes. “I told you yesterday what my name was. What do you want?”
“You’re fucking around with Luke,” Leanne mentioned, her lips twisting into a smile that had chills of warning dancing down my spine. “That’s not very smart of you. He’s got a lot of baggage, and I don’t think a girl like you can handle it.”
Amy laughed. “Really, now? What kind of girl do I seem like, Leanne?” she asked, spitting Leanne’s name with ice practically dripping from the words.
Leanne placed her hands flat on the bar about to reply, but I cut in. That was enough. I was tired of her tearing Amy down like this when I knew I was really the person she wanted to piss off. I knew she knew that I was fucking Travis. I also knew the stupid whore was just playing her cards right until she found the right words to get to me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat at her.
Her eyes landed on me. I didn’t know what she was thinking, but I didn’t think she had expected me to speak up so soon. She was quickly going to learn what happened when people busted into my life unwanted.
“Just who in the hell do you think you’re talking to?” she snapped at me.
I smirked. Fuck, it felt like it had been way too long since I had released my inner bitch on someone. I was Katie Holland, and I would be damned if someone fucking spoke to me like that or treated my friends like the scum on the bottom of their shoes.
“I’m pretty sure that I’m talking to you,” I told her. “Trust me, I know all about how you used to be with Travis at one point in time, but you’re no longer his woman.” She clenched her jaw. “So jump down off of the high pedestal that you think you’re on. You don’t belong here, and you’re sure as hell not fucking welcome here. It would be in your best interest to fuck off, pack your bags, go back to wherever the fuck you came from, and stay there.”
Rage consumed her face. I knew I had hit a button, and it pleased me.
“He won’t stay with you for long, Katie Holland. You’re nothing but a biker whore, and that’s all you’ll ever be. Right now, he’s enjoying fucking you, but soon, he’ll want more, and you won’t be ready for what he wants.” She stood up, bringing her face close to me. “It’s me that he’s always loved, Holland, and I love him. I’m just back to reclaim what is mine.”
I rolled my eyes, laughing. She was just a typical, jealous ex-girlfriend. Could she really be any more cliché? She actually thought she was going to win an argument with me by pissing me off? She was only making shit worse for herself. I wasn’t the kind of person to back down, and I would start swinging fists before I ever left an argument alone. She’d be smart to back down and walk off before I did more damage to her body than Travis had when she was his submissive.
“Oh, you mean like you couldn’t handle it?” I asked her. Shock took over her features. She hadn’t known that Travis had told me. “You agreed to be his submissive, and you knew what you were getting yourself into with him. You signed the mother fucking contract, Leanne. You ran away the moment you could see the man needed help from someone that loved him. You never loved him. So, don’t fucking run your mouth around here, because frankly, none of us give a damn about your bullshit lies.”
She sent her chair flying backward onto the floor with the rage she moved around the counter. Her fist connected with my cheek before I could stop her. Amy grabbed my arms and pulled me back, stopping me from hitting her back. “You can’t fight, Katie. You’ll put your baby at risk,” Amy warned me, but I was too far gone. Red colored my vision.
I ripped myself out of her grasp. My temper was boiling. No one – not a fucking soul – hit me and got away without some fucking damage. It was something I had learned from being in the Bloody Royals for so long.
I was about to beat the shit out of her.
I jumped across the counter and dragged her onto the floor, slamming my fist into her face. I smirked when I felt her nose crush under the force, watching as blood spurt from her nose. She screamed in pain, her fist landing on my jaw. My teeth cut the inside of my mouth, and I grimaced at the taste, not even registering the pain. I spat the blood into her face, using it as a distraction, and I rained two more blows to her face