Crossroads (Beautiful Biker MC Romance Series) - DD Prince Page 0,157

crossed my arms over my chest.

He winced and headed to the stairwell. My mood was obvious.

Almost ten minutes that felt like an hour went by and it was probably a good thing, because I calmed myself down a little. Finally, my husband strolled down the hall in nothing but a pair of shorts, hair wet and being dried by him rubbing a towel over his head as he walked toward me.

I wasn’t sure why he’d gone for a shower at this hour, no clue what those guys had been doing, but whatever.

His eyes sparkled when he saw me but then immediately there was a frown. He had a towel around his shoulders, likely to hide that he didn’t have any ink on that shoulder cap.

Deception.

My eyes narrowed.

Yep. My face wasn’t smiling. My eyes weren’t likely twinkling unless that word could be used to describe whatever combination of anger and fear were likely on my face right now.

He stuck his hand in his pocket and fished his keys out.

I moved aside.

“What’s up?” he asked, leaning down to kiss me.

His lips touched mine. I jerked my head toward his room. He opened the door. This was the first time I’d seen the inside of this room since he’d moved in. It was nothing much to look at.

A pile of change, phone, wallet, keys, and helmet on his dresser. An unmade double bed with a pile of clothes thrown on it. A dresser and an open closet filled with more clothes and three tall stacks of paperbacks on the floor of the closet. Several pairs of boots and shoes on the floor. Nothing on the walls, zero knickknacks, no character whatsoever.

Oh. A copy of the biker babes of south Dakota calendar sitting on the dresser. My guess? He’d ripped it down from the wall at work.

I lifted his phone. “You got a problem with me looking at what’s on here?”

He frowned and dropped his dirty clothes on the floor.

“Why would I?”

“Paige and Juicy are downstairs,” I said.

He stared at me and I couldn’t read his face despite trying.

A long moment passed.

“Paige is rather… upset,” I informed.

His jaw muscles flexed.

“What the fuck is going on?” I started to lose it.

He thrust a hand through his hair and I saw the glint of the gold band on his ring finger. The beautiful gold band that meant he was mine. He shook his head and reached into his dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, then put it on.

“I’m about to rip this motherfucking room apart, Christian Forker.”

There was a frown on his face as his head emerged from the neck hole of his shirt. “You’re what?”

“I’m on the edge of rage, baby. The very edge. Start explaining yourself.”

He gave me a look I’d never seen before. It was kind of incensed, maybe. His voice held warning. “What’s that mean?”

“Are you stringing that Jackals whore along to get information?” I asked.

“Technically, yeah.”

My heart dropped and my eyes bulged.

“What the fuck!” I shouted and shoved him with both hands and immediately began bawling.

“Whoa, settle down,” he roared.

I threw his phone against the wall, not even looking at it, and I stormed out.

He followed me.

I went down the stairs fast and stormed into the kitchen with him hot on my heels. Both Juicy and Paige were sitting on chairs with my father, Deacon, and few other bikers standing there.

“Jojo,” Dad said. “Upstairs, punkin.”

Christian was right behind me.

“You bastard,” Paige shot to her feet. “You got married?”

“Sit your ass down,” Christian snapped at her coldly.

“I’ll do no such fucking thing,” She stormed toward him. I got in front of him. “Do not put your hands anywhere near him,” I shouted.

“What are you gonna do about it, bitch?” she snapped, getting another foot closer.

I saw Christian’s hand shoot out and catch her by the throat. He sidestepped me and used her throat to move her backwards until she had no choice but to sit back down in the chair because he roughly put her there.

I turned and stomped out of there, heading back to the back stairs.

“Jojo!” Christian called.

I didn’t even know what I was doing here. I ran up the stairs and down the hall to my room. It was unlocked.

I heard him say my name again as I thrust the door open, so I tried to slam the door in his face. He got part way in first though, so it got slammed on his knee. He cussed.

“What the fuck?” And then he threw the door wide and came