Becoming the Old Lady of My Ex's Mortal Enemy

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, and old Gus was now respectfully lighting my cigarette like a loyal lapdog

his turf tonight. He wants you to bring the deed to the garage, crawl ov

king a stray dog like you back." The prospect

us simply grabbed a heavy wrench and smashed half the kid's teeth

over the shop was some desperate ploy to get his attention? He wanted a stage to

lethally aggressive, tight ripped jeans, and the same steel-toed comba

till reeked of the disgusting presence of those two cheaters. I

ndreds of bikers held their drinks, looking at Declan and Rox

OOM-

rough the night. Riding "The Phoenix" like a black cannonba

nd rode straight onto the center stage! With violent momentum, my front ti

and Roxy. The music died instantly. Hundreds of bikers stare

le. He wiped the alcohol off his face and roared, exasperated, "Harley!

ill managing to spit venom. "Are you here to beg Declan to tak

ching the microphone from its stand. I scanned the hundreds of sh

ice boomed through the massive speakers, echoing across the club. "I'm

to Declan, and before he could even react, I snapped my wrist and

ma

bloody gash on Declan's cheekbone! He grunted in pai

the room. Drawing blood on Vipers' terri

practically brushing his ear, I whispered ruthlessly so only he could hear: "I t

and announced to the entire crowd: "This bike, I don't want it anymore! Just

er Roxy's pale face like a s

ct match for a cheap public ride that anyone can take for a spin. You two bet

from a heavy shotgun, instantly pulverizing Declan's

stage. The dense crowd of hardcore bikers ahead of me suddenly p

ly extreme fear and reverence. The whispers from t

he just humiliated

l god who made The Butcher kneel and hand ov

eated on a literal money tree for a chea

at Declan's laughable ego. I could feel his stare burning into my bac

ors into the cold midnight wind, a feeling of pur

lost his one and only chance in