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

who deserves a hell of a lot more respect than the bitch standing in front of me spewing shit because she’s hurt.
     
    “What the fuck did you just say about my woman?” A menacing voice growls from behind me.
     
    I knew this would happen. Mad isn’t known for his tolerance when it comes to anyone trash talking his now wife and mother of his three kids.
    “Let me deal with her, brother. I’ll sort her out.”
     
    “Boss, you’ve got my loyalty, you’ve got my respect, but if you don’t get her the fuck out of here after that shit, you’ll have to have my back when I kick her ass to the curb where it belongs,” he warns unnecessarily.
     
    Facing off with, Sweets isn’t something I’d planned on tonight. I’d wanted to kick back with my brothers, take a load off, have my cock sucked, and relax. But seeing as she’s here, I might as well do what I’d been putting off for weeks now.
    “You heard the man. Get your shit, and get the fuck out,” I fume.
     
    “This is your last chance, Jackson. I won’t hang around anymore if you’re not going to see what’s been staring you right in the face.”
     
    “What is it that you think I’ve been missing?” I coax, knowing she’ll take the bait and dig herself in deeper.
     
    Hissing like the viper she is, Sweets doesn’t disappoint me.
    “I’m more suited to being an old lady than any woman who’s walked through the doors of this clubhouse. I know the life. I know how you men work. As long as I have your patch, I couldn’t care less if you have another woman or five on the side because you’d be coming home to me at the end of the day. I know that, and I accept it. Can the same be said for any of the rest of them?” She asks flinging out a skinny arm. “No, that’s the answer you’re looking for. None of them would get that’s just the way things work. All of them would be all over their men’s asses if they found them with other women, but not me. All I’m asking for is to wear your property patch. That or I’m done with you, Jackson. Done.”
     
    In hindsight, I probably should have considered breaking the news that she’s fucking delusional more gently than I did. Because telling a bitch, whether she’s a bitch or not, that she can keep her loose, junkie snatch to herself was not one of my finer moments. Not to mention, she may have tried to sucker punch me, which saw me unceremoniously dropping her on her ass in front of everyone in the main room of the clubhouse adding fuel to her already raging fire.
     
    “Never,” I whisper harshly, “would I consider putting my ink on your body and patch on your back. Not once. Not fucking ever. You think keeping your mouth shut about where your man puts his cock is grounds for being an old lady, you are dead wrong bitch. An old lady’s got every right to have something to say about her man stepping out on her, and if she didn’t, I’d be worried she wasn’t cut out for this life. We live hard. Live rough. But at the end of the day, we need soft and sweet when we come home. We need women who won’t take our shit, and when we hand it to them, they’ll call us out on it. You think you know this life? You know nothing the fuck about it. All you know is how to use your pussy to try and manipulate your way into getting something you’ll never have. But I’ll let you in on a secret,” I hint edging closer to her. “It isn’t even that good. Loose, dry pussy doesn’t keep men coming back for more, bitch. The only reason you’ve had men in your bed is because you’re easy. Plain and simple. We don’t have to work for it.”
     
    Cursing a blue streak, Sweets rears back her right arm, an arm I catch before she can connect with the side of my jaw. I don’t condone laying hands on a woman, but when one thinks she’s got the balls to take me down in my own clubhouse, I don’t’ have much of a choice but to make an example of her.
     
    Placing a hand on the center of her chest, my other