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

still filled with her clenched fist, I shove her. And not lightly. Sweets went down, tripping over her own feet, and landed in a heap at my feet. Deciding to end this shit once and for all, I crouch down in front of her.
    “If you ever think to put your filthy hands on me ever again, you’ll lose your fucking fingers. You’ve got five minutes to get your shit and get the fuck out before I let, Mad escort your ass out. Make your choice. Because I’m telling you now, walking out under your own steam is gonna be a hell of a lot wiser choice than him putting you out.”
     
    Luckily for her, and for the prospects who’d be left with the clean up after Mad finished with her, Sweets made the right choice. She scurried off, packed her shit, and left without any more drama. I didn’t think that was going to be the last we heard from her but for now, we were rid of her. I was rid of her.
     
     
     
     
     
     

     

CHAPTER SEVEN
~ Beth ~

I’ve got too much stuff; said no woman ever
- Beth’s secret thoughts
     
                  “Fuck me, woman,” Jonas groaned hauling another box into my unfurnished bedroom. “How much shit did you bring with you? And when do you ever get a chance to wear any of it? All I ever see you in is jeans and boots.”
     
    How do I answer that? Let’s just say that while I’m not materialistic, I still like pretty things. Not fancy or expensive, just pretty. Every woman needs a few, or ten, LBD’s with shoes and jewelry to match. It doesn’t help that I’ve got an excellent collection of belts and belt buckles, boots and scarves, and jeans to add to the tally of boxes he’s had to haul, but what can I say? A lady needs choices.
     
    “Stop being such a baby. Two more and you’re done. Then I’ll order us a pizza, and I’ve got beer in the fridge with your name on it. How does that sound for payback?” I ask grappling with the filled clothes hangers I’m shoving into my too small closet.
     
    “You better, because I’m starving,” he replies with a grunt, depositing another box on the floor by my feet.
     
    Absently tearing through the tape to unearth what’s in this one, I address the elephant in the room.
    “Are you ever going to tell me what went down between you and Rebecca last time you came to visit? Everything was great up until that last night, but then it’s like something happened. You’ve both been so tight lipped about it I figure whatever it was must have been big.”
     
    “Not something I’m gonna talk about with you, Beth. You know I love you, but that’s between her and me. If she ever finally answers my calls that is,” he grumbles.
     
    Snapping my gaze to is dark head bent and brooding, I push. I shouldn’t, he’s right it’s not my business, but I care about both of them. With Bec coming to town soon, I can’t help but want my two best friends to be in a place that they’re capable of civil conversation. At least.
    “Jonas. Jonas,” I prod until he looks up at me.
     
    His dark eyes are clouded with something I’ve never seen in them before. It’s an emotion I’m eerily familiar with. Pain.
    “What, babe?”
     
    “I didn’t tell you this before, what with everything going on with the move and all, but Bec’s decided she can’t live without me,” I state going for humor but falling flat. “She’ll be here in a few weeks once she’s finished working out her notice.”
     
    “She’s fucking what?” He rumbles ominously.
     
    Hefting my ass onto the bed beside him, I pat his shoulder in what I hope is a reassuring way.
    “You know she’s my best friend. She has been for sixteen years. What did you honestly think her reaction would be to me moving?” I prompt. Not waiting for him to answer, I go on to admit, “When I left home, I had no one. I knew no one. If it wasn’t for Kevin and Rebecca, I don’t know where I would have ended up, Jonas. When you and I met, I was in a better place, and that was thanks to them. It