She snarls and curses at me before hissing, “That’s not what I heard. I heard your mother was a fucking whore and so are you.”

I twist her arm harder and she screams.

“Watch what you say. It’s you in the awkward position right now.”

“You fucking…”

“Addison!”

Dammit. I glance up to see my father walking towards me, five bikers in tow, one of those bikers is Cade. Jackson rushes over, gripping me and attempting to tug me backwards.

“Let her go,” he says to me.

“Bitch was calling me a whore,” I yell, twisting Britney’s arm harder.

“Just let her go, and I’ll deal with it.”

“No one calls me a fucking whore!” I hiss.

Hot tears burn under my eyelids and I hate that she’s gotten to me. I hate that she tugged my heart strings. Her words aren’t true. I know they aren’t, but they hurt in a way I can’t explain. Jackson gently pries my fingers from Britney’s arm. When I let go, she stumbles to the floor with a cry.

“Get up, you’re not hurt!” I yell at her, my voice raspy.

“Jackson, I think she broke my arm,” she sobs.

Jackson stares down at her, then turns to the bikers behind him. “Jock, Lion, get her back into the house. We’ll sort her later.”

Two men step forward, hurling Britney up. She wails in pain, but I shoot her a warning look before she’s taken away. Jackson spins me around, forcing me to face him. His blue eyes scan my face, a mix of concern and anger.

“Fuckin’ hell, girl, you’re fuckin’ playin’ with fire.”

I shake his hands from my shoulders, and cross my arms. “She came over and started me, and by the way, I think it’s completely rotten that you would go anywhere near that…thing.”

He raises his brows. “What I do ain’t none of your business. Get home, don’t fuckin’ start shit like that in my club again.”

“And you wonder why I don’t call you Dad, a tip for next time, Father – you take your daughter’s side,” I growl.

Then I spin around and hurry towards the gates, a little hurt but mostly angry. I hear boots crunching behind me, and I turn to see Cade following me. He’s grinning at me, completely amused. I growl and turn, continuing on my path without acknowledging him. I don’t need his shit right now, nor do I want it. When I’m out onto the road, I can still hear him behind me. Spinning, I bare my teeth in an angry snarl.

“Fuck off, Cade!”

He keeps walking, so I am forced to start walking backwards. His green eyes are dancing with amusement, and he looks extremely powerful as he looms over me. I pick up my pace, walking backwards with greater speed.

“Nice move back there,” he says, giving me lusty sex eyes that make me want to place him against the nearest tree and take his cock into my mouth and suck until he comes hard in my mouth…fuck…I shouldn’t be thinking like that. Get him out of your head, Addison.

“She had it coming.”

He nods, as if agreeing. “I have no doubt. She has a big mouth.”

“I bet.”

He gives a deep, throaty laugh. “Sassy little thing, aren’t ya, sugar?”

“Stop calling me sugar. Do I look sweet to you?”

He reaches out, gripping my shoulders and stopping me. He leans in close and murmurs, “You might not look sweet, but I bet you taste fuckin’ sweet.”

“Seriously?” I whisper. “You’re hitting on me in the middle of a road?”

“I like to do it in style,” he says, staring at my lips.

“Are you always this full on when you want to get your dick wet?”

He grins, slow and sexy. “Sugar, if I wanted my dick wet, I could get it wet anywhere, with anyone. I don’t want my dick wet. I want it fuckin’ drenched, drippin’ and surrounded in you.”

I swallow, feeling my cheeks flush. “You’ll have to do a little better than dirty lines on a road if you want anywhere near me.”

He reaches out, running his thumb across my lower lip. “But you already want me. I can see it. I can smell it.”

Smell it? Is he serious?

“I think what you can smell,” I say, taking a step back, “is the last whore you drenched yourself in.”

He lashes out, gripping my shoulder again and stopping me from moving back. “Keep speakin’, baby, it only makes me want you more.”

I peel his fingers from my shoulders. “If you don’t mind, I really have some things to do.”

“Like?”

I scowl at him. “That’s none of your business.”

“I’m makin’ it my business, what you doin’?”

I raise my brows. “I’m going into town, alone.”

“No, you’re not. I’m takin’ you.”

“Um, no you’re not.”

“Um, yeah, sugar. I am.”

I cross my arms and he does the same, staring down at me with a determined expression.

“No. You’re. Not.”

He leans closer.

“Yes. I. Am.”

“Seriously!” I cry, throwing my hands up. “You’re impossible.”

He grins, pleased with himself. “I know, now, let me go and get my bike. I’ll be back in ten.”

“Oh, hell no! I’m not getting on a death trap.”

He chuckles. “How were you plannin’ on gettin’ in there?”