Claiming His Forever (Battle Born MC #8) - Scarlett Black Page 0,6

and I see hunger in his brown eyes. Kilo doesn’t see the same in mine. My hand is pressed to his chest and stops him from coming closer. “I think we need to end this. Whatever it was is over.”

His jaw muscles clench and his head snaps back like I slapped him. Gone is the easygoing lover from minutes ago. The dangerous killer looms over me now. “If I walk out that door, I won’t come back to your puta ass.” He pulls my hair back painfully, the sting a stark reminder of the other man in this room. No one, not a man or woman, tells Kilo no. “You think that because you work, you’re too good for me now? Who’s been there to help you, pinche cabrona?” Kilo’s face is centimeters from mine. Did he just call me a pinche cabrona, a stupid bitch? I want to go to war and tell this asshole off, but his temperament has felt different since he arrived here. I tamp down my reaction. An awareness of fear demands I tread carefully.

Carefully, I rub his shoulder to settle the beast. “I know you have, Kilo. I need things that you can’t give me. I can’t ask you to change. That wouldn’t be fair to you. I’m tired. Can we talk about this later?” I hold back every tremor that shoots through my spine. Never had I been afraid of him—until today. Because I had been brushing him off, this was coming. I knew he had this side to him, I just didn’t know how ugly he could be toward me. The years have changed the young man I knew into this one. He’s cold and calculating… evil.

Kilo’s fingers dig into my jaw as he holds me in place. “Figure your shit out, because the next time I come back, you owe me.” His meaning is very clear—I owe him my body, to dedicate my life to being his puta, or whore. Unless I can figure out a way to get him to think it was his idea, he will never let me go. The whole year we were apart, he let me have it because Kilo plays the long game, and I should have seen it. He pushes himself up from the couch, storming out, and slamming the door shut behind him. The walls rattle from the force.

Since my last trip to Reno, it has become very apparent my life needs a drastic change. Spider awoken my mind and challenged me to see and feel things differently. I slept with him because my body was starving. My soul was yearning for a deep connection and he effortlessly tapped into it. How long have I been ignoring the basic instincts of my needs and who I really am?

Does Kilo know about Spider? More likely, my brush-off of him and his texts was a red flag. He’s losing control of me. Kilo has used and abused my affection for a long time. I’ll admit my part and say he was an easy choice. Kilo was comfortable and I could push him away when I needed to. Fuck, all of this and men say women are complicated. This is a huge red flag, if I ever witnessed one. It’s time to move on. Picking up my cell phone, I call the only person who can help me. “Snake, I need your help.”

Chapter 3

Spider

Rolling out of bed, I answer the ringing phone. “Yeah?” My voice cracks and I clear my throat.

“It’s Blade. I need you to run over to help Fuego solve some issues he’s got.” I run one hand over my face to wake up. The club has me running around in circles, putting out fires left and right.

“When?”

“You’re up now.” Blade hangs up the phone, like the ass he is.

“Fuck,” I cuss out loud to no one but myself. Tossing my phone to the bed, I get up. Dreading the long day ahead of me, I take my time getting ready.

Within a few hours, I am on my bike and headed west over the mountains to Sacramento, California. The drive is what bikers salivate for. Not me, and not fucking today. I resent the sun and the fucking minivans full of kids on the freeway. Mom’s doing a double take that just irritates me further. One little bastard flips me off from his seat as I pass. It crosses my mind to pull my gun on the little shit just to make him piss