My imaginings were cut short when Joules dragged Har away from Roman and Brute.
“Get your shit together, Harmful.”
Har dislodged Joules’s hold with a vicious roll of his shoulders. He stalked to Dixon and tugged the gag free, but not before he got in Dixon’s face. “You answer her questions straight or I dunk this gag in the bucket before shoving it back in your mouth.”
Dixon turned his dead-eyed gaze to me.
“Why did you go to the gym to see my sister?”
He smiled and I wondered what I ever saw in him.
“My sister called me and said a woman named Stephanie was living with her man. I laughed and said I used to live with a woman with that name, and her last name was Combes. Diana said that was your name, too.”
That didn’t answer my question, but I had to wonder how Diana had my last name. My question must have been written on my face and he laughed at my expense.
“Not hard to pilfer through mail before it’s collected. You always were such a dumbass.”
Har let out a growl, but I shook my head at him.
“Believe me, I’ve smartened up since you. None of that answers why you went to the gym.”
He shrugged. “Told Di, I had the perfect way to get him out of town. Knew if I visited your sister, you’d tell him and he’d split to find me.”
One look at Har and I knew not to say anything about the Riot brothers in Jacksonville.
Dixon continued. “Then Di could take her sweet time fucking up your shit inside his place.”
I tamped down my urge to yank his sister’s hair out by the roots. Barely. “And you drove all the hell-way out here, why? To fuck with me while Har was gone?”
His face twisted as if I disgusted him. “You stole Diana’s man, and she’s pregnant with his baby. Figured I would force you out of the picture.”
Dixon’s disappointment when I didn’t react to his sister’s so-called pregnancy almost made me smile.
Across the room, Roman laughed. “Asshole, you need to give that shit up. Your sister couldn’t hold her bladder earlier. I dipped a pregnancy test into her bucket. She isn’t pregnant.”
After a deep breath, I asked, “How many others?”
“Just you.”
I rolled my eyes. “I meant the identity theft.”
He stared past me, and clammed up. Har lunged for the bucket under Diana’s chair. Dixon whipped his eyes at Har, but said, “Seven since you. Four before.”
My chin dipped with a nod, and I realized Har was right. What he did in the past couldn’t be changed, and it didn’t help knowing about it.
Still, my curiosity got the better of me. “You live with those people?”
He nodded. “My girlfriend expects me back tonight.”
From the corner of my eye I saw Roman and Joules exchange a look, but something told me he was lying.
I turned to see Roman staring at me. “You have his phone, don’t you? I would think a girlfriend would’ve called sometime today. We women like to know when men are going to hit the road and all that shit which makes us a general nag.”
I arched a brow at Dixon because, as Wycliffe, he’d always said I nagged too much.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, and I stepped backward before he could spit at me. Har was moving to hit him, but I threw a hand out to stop him. I’d had enough. My anger had been simmering from the moment the prospect questioned my presence. An attempt to spit at me pushed everything to the boiling point.
I shuffled my feet a little. Then I clenched my fist and socked him on the side of his nose. I thought I heard a crack, but for all I knew it was my imagination – though with my luck it was probably one of my bones breaking.
Blood poured from Dixon’s nose and he was twisting violently in his restraints. I assumed he wanted to put his hands on his nose. Diana was screaming behind her gag and glaring at me.
I turned to leave, but Har asked, “Why’d you take the pictures?”
My lips parted, but luckily my jaw didn’t drop wide open.
I noticed Dixon looked between us both. “Knew my time would be up soon. She’s got great fuckin’ tits, and they’re real. Opportunity presented itself since she sleeps like a log. Couldn’t believe she fell asleep with the fuckin’ light on. I wanted a souvenir, but after I took ’em, I realized they were a great insurance policy.”
“Insurance,” I breathed out before I turned back to the asshole, but Har stopped me.
“Nope. Told you, one lick. You did it, and you did good. Go to my room.”
“No,” I hissed.
“You promised,” he whispered.
The look on his face told me I had to stick by it, but I didn’t do it gracefully.
“Fine. But please, honey, fuck him up for me.”
His lips pressed together while he closed his eyes and I knew he fought laughing. That pleased me so much, I went up on tip-toes and brushed my lips against his, but his hands cupped my cheeks and he deepened the kiss just long enough to make me want more.
He rested his forehead against mine. “Go,” he whispered.
I scurried out of the shed. As I wandered back to the clubhouse, another biker I hadn’t met walked toward me. He carried a wooden bat in his hand. The patch on his cut read, “Massive,” and this guy certainly was. His long brown hair was slicked back in a low ponytail and his eyes raked up and down my body before he nodded at me.
When he came closer to me, he muttered, “Har’s a lucky son of a bitch.”
I gave him a small smile while I shook my head. His eyebrow arched and
