Call Me...Vengeance: Book 1 in the Vengeance MC Series by Natasha Thomas

your room and we could have some fun. I’ve missed you, Boss.”
     
    Patting her on the ass, I make a move to lift her off my lap but she holds fast.
    “Busy now, Babe. Come see me later and I’ll take care of you, yeah?”
     
    Something to know about, Sweets; she doesn’t like being told no.
    “We’ve been together a while now, honey. When are you going to start putting me first?”
     
    Narrowing my eyes, I tighten my grip on her hips to make sure I’ve got her attention.
    “Not sure what you think we’ve got, babe, but it’s obviously not what you’re thinking. You’re a good lay, you suck cock like a pro, and I love your tits, but that’s all there is to it.”
     
    “That’s not what you said last week, honey,” she coos, running a red-tipped fingernail down my chest.
     
    This bitch is straight up crazy if she honestly believes what we had between us was anything more than a passably good fuck to pass the time. Removing her from my lap, I stand up placing my hands on her shoulders to set her aside.
    “Sweets, you were with me for a good time. That’s it, and you and I both know it. You’re club property, nothing more. You’re here to service my boys, and me when I have an itch that needs scratching.”
     
    Her flinch is noticeable under my hands, the stubborn tilt of her chin firms, and her eyes go hard.
    “Are you fucking kidding me?” She screeches. “The only thing different about what we have to what the other guys have with their old ladies is that I’m not wearing your patch. I’m the only woman in your bed. The only woman riding your cock. I give it to you good too and you know it. That’s why you keep coming back.”
     
    Like I said, fucking crazy. I shake her firmly to snap her out of the tirade she’s settling to go off.
    “You sure you want to do this here,” I question, gesturing to the men in the room. All of whom have stopped what they’re doing to stare at her.
     
    “Fuck yes I do,” she snaps viciously.
     
    Counting to ten in my head, hopefully, to calm my ass down, I narrow my eyes on her.
    “I’ve got no idea what you though we were, what you worked it up to be in your head, but whatever it was you were way off the mark. Club whores aren’t old lady material, Sweets. You being one of those, I would have thought you’d have your head screwed on right about what this shit between us was.”
     
    I might be an asshole, but I’ve never gone out of my way to hurt a woman. She’s just not catching on, though. No matter how softly I tread. And I know this to be true when she responds, taking this to a place I’d hoped we wouldn’t have to visit.
    “What about Lonnie then? Huh?”
     
    She’s talking about Maddox’s old lady, and she couldn’t have hit further below the belt if she tried. Fuck. Me!
     
    Elaine, Lonnie to us, came to the club for help when she was being harassed by her soon-to-be ex-husband. It was a dangerous situation, fucked up really. He’d been abusive toward her for four and a half years of their five-year marriage, a few of which landed her in the hospital. Vengeance might not be the humanitarian outfit of the year, but we’re not one to sit around and watch women have the shit beaten out of them either.
     
    I offered her a spot in the club; cooking, cleaning, shit like that. Lonnie wasn’t officially ever a club whore. She never even looked at the brothers sideways, and they had enough respect for her situation not to push her. That all changed when Maddox got back from a run and caught sight of her, though. He clocked her within minutes of walking into the clubhouse. Picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder, it wasn’t until two days later he came out of his room, telling us she was his now and no one was to fuck with her. A week later, Lonnie wore his property patch on her back and has been the best thing to ever happen to Mad.
     
    Smart, sweet, funny, with the biggest heart of any woman I’ve ever met, Lonnie is a woman