“Why?”

“I owe a favor to someone; that’s all I’m saying. I’m gonna miss you gorgeous, but go clean out your things.”

Well, that was blunt.

“You owed a favor to whom?” I ask already knowing the answer. I’m going to do some bodily damage. “Never mind; I know who. I’ll be back to get my things in a few days. You owe me that much.”

He nods as I stomp out of his office and back to my car. That no good f**king biker bastard! I call Lana and tell her what happened. She just laughs on the other end of the phone, so I hang up on her. I know my foot pressing on the gas and speeding through someone else’s territory is going to piss some people off if I break down in our rental, but I don’t care. I’m ready to hurt that prick! I make an hour drive seem like the snap of fingers as I pull in through the compound gate. I don’t even remember slamming the car in park before I hop out. PP comes running up to me as I hastily walk towards the clubhouse.

“Star what’s wrong? You need me to get the VP?”

The VP? Hell no, I want the damn President. Oh my, that sounds kind of hot. Dammit! No, it doesn’t.

“Where the f**k is Braxxon?”

PP’s eyes widen, and he tries pulling me to a stop. I barge into the clubhouse, screaming the place down.

“Hey Star, what’s wrong?” Pyro chuckles.

“Don’t give me that shit; you know what he did. Where the f**k is your Prez, Pyro? I swear I’m gonna have him eating his own dick for supper!”

“Pyro, he’s busy right now,” Prospect murmurs as if it’s a whopping secret.

“He’s busy doing what? Banging some hoe while I was off getting fired because my boss owed him a solid?”

I stomp off, and as I do, I can hear PP mumbling that the Prez is gonna be angry. Then I hear Pyro say I’m the only one that could ever get away with this.

As I near the steps, I hear moaning. Lots and lots of moaning coming from the top of the narrow stairwell. I get the largest smile on my face. At least I’m about to ruin his pu**yfest. I know he can hear my footsteps coming because the groans get louder as if he’s purposely doing them.

I fling the door open and I’m shocked. There’s not one, not two but three damn girls in the room with him. Two of the woman are going to it, and he’s just watching as the third sucks him off.

“You got me f**king fired,” I seethe.

“Yep,” he grins while gripping the slut’s hair.

“Why?”

“Cuz you pissed me off,” he says with a devilish smile.

“Brax,” I moan. Shit, when did he become Brax? “You can’t just get me fired because I’m trying to stay away from you. It’s not right.”

“I can and I did.”

“There’s a reason I’m trying to stay away, Braxxon. Did you ever think about that?” I whisper.

God I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with him. The room smells like one giant pu**y; he’s getting his dick sucked, and two muffler bunnies are eating each other out.

“Not good enough.”

He’s so infuriating.

“Dammit… if you wanna conversation with me, wrap this shit up before I leave Braxxon. I will go far, far away from here and never look back.”

Either something in my tone or the way I’m gazing at him must set him off because he pushes bitch number one of his dick.

“Get the f**k out,” he roars.

“Baby,” she coos as the others take off running out of the room. “You gonna let her threaten you like that?”

One minute she’s running her hands down his chest, the next she’s on the floor gripping her cheek. Braxxon just slapped the shit out of her.

“I said out bitch!”

She doesn’t even bother getting her clothes. She’s so quick I nickname her cockroach because she’s dirty and fast fleeing away.

When the coast is clear, I point my finger at him. “If you ever hit me like that I’ll slit your throat in your sleep.”

It’s not a threat; it’s a straight warning.

“I would never hit you, baby,” he says softly in the voice I’ve missed so very much all week long.

“Why did you have Rich fire me?”

“Because you’re mine and I won’t have you dancing.” He sits down on his bed.

“I’m not yours Braxxon. We f**ked; that’s it,” I whimper overcome with emotions.

“You’re mine. I’ve f**ked you raw. That makes you mine,” he says, taking the condom off his cock.

“You used a condom for head?” I ask, laughing.

“I don’t know where that bitch’s mouth has been,” he smirks.

“You got me fired. You are so paying my bills until I find another job,” I say seriously.

He looks offended.

“You think I would have you fired and not take care of you?”

“Well, yes,” I answer honestly.

“So much to learn,” he says shaking his head.

“Go wash the skank off. I’m sending one of your Prospects to get me some damn gummy bears. You stress me the hell out!”

“Okay Angel,” his voice soft and smooth.

And of course, like any other woman, I swoon again.

8

I’m sitting down at the bar chatting with PP and eating my gummy bears when Braxxon comes down the stairs looking like a delicious naughty boy. His low-hanging jeans leave his black boxers exposed at the top. He wore his cut over a white tee shirt that stretches across his taut muscular chest. His black riding boots are only tied half way up with the tongue folded over as if he just slipped them on. To top off this insanely delicious moment is the unlit cigarette he’s rolling around in that beautiful mouth of his while smiling at me. His movements are slow and precise as if he’s teasing me with each step he takes towards me.