across his chest glared at her. “You didn’t have permission to take a mate. Your father has plans for you. It was set up years ago that you would mate with Rodrigo Cabrera.”
The change in the bikers surrounding her was subtle, but she saw it. No, she felt it. Whoever this Rodrigo was, he must be bad news. Axel reached over and took her hand, pulling her closer to his side, as if he was going to shield her from harm. Crimson moved closer on her other side, a blade in his hand.
“She’s my old lady,” Axel said. “My fucking mate. She’s not going with you and she sure as fuck isn’t mating with Rodrigo-fucking-Cabrera.”
“We’ll just see about that.” A dark SUV pulled into the lot with a motorcycle right behind it. “I think Mr. Cabrera will have something to say about it, as well as the Pres.”
Two more Hispanic men approached. One was a biker in every sense of the word. The other was dressed in a pinstripe suit with a blue tie. They exuded power and authority, and Amelia had a sinking suspicion she knew who they were. It seemed daddy dearest didn’t want to wait for her cooperation. But if he thought she would just fall in line, he’d better think again. She’d die before she’d leave with either of them.
The biker wore a cut that said President. She stared at the man who had sired her and wondered what her mother had ever seen in him. She’d never been more thankful that she’d taken after her mother, both in coloring and looks. Amelia didn’t want anything to do with this man. Axel squeezed her hand.
“Amelia, I’ve brought your future husband to collect you,” her father said.
“Fuck off, Juarez. She’s my mate and isn’t going anywhere,” Axel said.
“You would go to war over one little woman? As Sergeant at Arms, you can have any pussy you want. Now, hand her over before things get ugly.” Juarez bared his teeth.
“It got ugly the minute you pulled up on your bike,” Crimson said. “Like my brother said, she’s not going anywhere. And if we start a war, so be it.”
“You’re not taking my mate, the mother of my child.” Axel growled. “If you lay so much as one finger on her, I’ll cut it off and shove it down your throat.”
Juarez laughed. “And if he lays a finger on her?” he asked pointing to Cabrera.
“Oh, him we’ll send back to Mexico in pieces,” Crimson said. “That way, if any of his cartel family decides to take revenge, they’ll know what’s waiting for them when they get here.”
Juarez smile broadened. “You think you have the upper hand here, but you don’t.”
Axel arched a brow. “Really? Because it looks like I have twenty brothers standing behind me. Twenty to four does not exactly put the odds in your favor.”
Juarez lifted his hands. “You’re absolutely right. But if you take me out, and take out Cabrera, you’ll have both the Black Death and the cartel on your asses. Now I could be wrong, but I don’t think you want this quaint little town caught in the middle of a war they would never survive.”
Amelia slid her hand behind Crimson’s waist and pulled his knife from its scabbard. Her eyes never left her father’s face, but the bad ass biker was too busy locking horns with her mate to notice her. She glanced at Cabrera and he was oblivious to her as well, probably having written her off as a helpless female. Well, to hell with that! She was about to show these two assholes exactly how harmless she was.
Keeping the knife partially behind her, she let loose of Axel’s hand and stepped closer to her father. The man gave her a triumphant smile, as if he’d just won the argument.
“I knew you would be a good girl and do the right thing,” Juarez said. “Your mother brought you up right. You’ll make a good, obedient mate for Cabrera.”
Crimson snorted. “Obedient. Uh-huh.”
Amelia flashed her father a smile, then pulled the knife from behind her and jabbed it up between his legs. His eyes widened in shock a
The change in the bikers surrounding her was subtle, but she saw it. No, she felt it. Whoever this Rodrigo was, he must be bad news. Axel reached over and took her hand, pulling her closer to his side, as if he was going to shield her from harm. Crimson moved closer on her other side, a blade in his hand.
“She’s my old lady,” Axel said. “My fucking mate. She’s not going with you and she sure as fuck isn’t mating with Rodrigo-fucking-Cabrera.”
“We’ll just see about that.” A dark SUV pulled into the lot with a motorcycle right behind it. “I think Mr. Cabrera will have something to say about it, as well as the Pres.”
Two more Hispanic men approached. One was a biker in every sense of the word. The other was dressed in a pinstripe suit with a blue tie. They exuded power and authority, and Amelia had a sinking suspicion she knew who they were. It seemed daddy dearest didn’t want to wait for her cooperation. But if he thought she would just fall in line, he’d better think again. She’d die before she’d leave with either of them.
The biker wore a cut that said President. She stared at the man who had sired her and wondered what her mother had ever seen in him. She’d never been more thankful that she’d taken after her mother, both in coloring and looks. Amelia didn’t want anything to do with this man. Axel squeezed her hand.
“Amelia, I’ve brought your future husband to collect you,” her father said.
“Fuck off, Juarez. She’s my mate and isn’t going anywhere,” Axel said.
“You would go to war over one little woman? As Sergeant at Arms, you can have any pussy you want. Now, hand her over before things get ugly.” Juarez bared his teeth.
“It got ugly the minute you pulled up on your bike,” Crimson said. “Like my brother said, she’s not going anywhere. And if we start a war, so be it.”
“You’re not taking my mate, the mother of my child.” Axel growled. “If you lay so much as one finger on her, I’ll cut it off and shove it down your throat.”
Juarez laughed. “And if he lays a finger on her?” he asked pointing to Cabrera.
“Oh, him we’ll send back to Mexico in pieces,” Crimson said. “That way, if any of his cartel family decides to take revenge, they’ll know what’s waiting for them when they get here.”
Juarez smile broadened. “You think you have the upper hand here, but you don’t.”
Axel arched a brow. “Really? Because it looks like I have twenty brothers standing behind me. Twenty to four does not exactly put the odds in your favor.”
Juarez lifted his hands. “You’re absolutely right. But if you take me out, and take out Cabrera, you’ll have both the Black Death and the cartel on your asses. Now I could be wrong, but I don’t think you want this quaint little town caught in the middle of a war they would never survive.”
Amelia slid her hand behind Crimson’s waist and pulled his knife from its scabbard. Her eyes never left her father’s face, but the bad ass biker was too busy locking horns with her mate to notice her. She glanced at Cabrera and he was oblivious to her as well, probably having written her off as a helpless female. Well, to hell with that! She was about to show these two assholes exactly how harmless she was.
Keeping the knife partially behind her, she let loose of Axel’s hand and stepped closer to her father. The man gave her a triumphant smile, as if he’d just won the argument.
“I knew you would be a good girl and do the right thing,” Juarez said. “Your mother brought you up right. You’ll make a good, obedient mate for Cabrera.”
Crimson snorted. “Obedient. Uh-huh.”
Amelia flashed her father a smile, then pulled the knife from behind her and jabbed it up between his legs. His eyes widened in shock a
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