Michael lifted his hand up, showing her clearly the gold band she paid for glinting on his finger.
“So, you finally put it on. It doesn’t mean anything.”
He stepped close once again, removing the band from his finger. “Actually, I wear it all the time.”
She saw from the lack of tan along with the ring mark that he indeed wore it all the time.
“You screw everything,” she said.
“So, what man wouldn’t?”
Michael was not for her. He may wear the wedding band she gave him, but they would never be anything other than on paper. She didn’t care about the women he was with and never would.
Heart racing she stared at the band then at him. “I know nothing about you.”
“We’re married, and I’m not going to let you be taken from me, Kelsey.” Again he pushed some hair off her face. Every move he made seemed precise. She didn’t trust him one bit. “I know enough about The Skulls and about your man to know I’ve got a fight. I’m not going to let you leave me, and I’ve never backed down from a fight.”
Before she could stop him, Michael leaned down, claiming her lips. She froze. His lips were hard and unyielding. Her body didn’t respond either to his kiss or to his closeness. She’d never liked him. Michael wasn’t even trying. She saw through his act.
Killer.
He broke the kiss first. “I see I’m going to have to pick my game up.”
“Leave Fort Wills,” she said, wanting him gone.
“No, you promised me a lifetime of marriage. You signed the document my lawyers drafted.”
Kelsey frowned, watching him walk toward the front door. “What the f**k are you talking about?” She hated swearing and rarely did, but Michael’s words confused her.
“When you signed the pre-nuptial agreement you didn’t read it, did you?”
She’d read it, hadn’t understood a word and figured there was nothing there to hurt her. At the time she hadn’t been able to afford a lawyer to help her.
“No, I didn’t read it at all.”
Michael chuckled. “Honey, you should have read it. You agreed to be my wife until either you or I die.”
“Nothing like that can be written down.”
“Really? I got it down, and you agreed with it. You divorce me, Kelsey, and I will make yours and your man’s life hard. He’s a wanted criminal, you know. Anyway, I’ve got to go. I’ll be at the hotel just outside of town if you want to talk more.”
Michael closed the door behind him, leaving the bomb with her.
Chapter Two
The bar was full to bursting with activity. Killer didn’t care at all for any of them. Steven parked the car while he ordered beer for the both of them. The whiskey hadn’t done anything for him, and during the drive he believed the effects had worn off. Finding a small table off to the corner near the dance floor, Killer took his seat and downed half of his beer before Steven even turned up. He wasn’t interested in having a social drink. Killer wanted to drown his sorrows until there was nothing left.
“Parking was a f**king nightmare. You owe me big for this,” Steven said, sitting down.
“I’m your passenger. You’re the one who brought me here.” He looked around seeing the variety of women on offer. Part of him wanted to stop and go to Kelsey while another couldn’t deal with what he’d been told.
She betrayed me.
Gritting his teeth, he sipped at the alcohol, knowing the night was going to be a long one.
“You asked for a place to drown your sorrows and forget everything happening in your pathetic life. I did what you asked, and you’re repaying me by being a bastard. See what thanks I get.” Steven smiled, looking around the room.
“No wonder you got f**king shot. You’re too annoying.”
Steven tensed, clearly remembering the pain. “I may be annoying, but you love me.”
Chuckling, Killer spotted two blondes eyeing up Steven. “You’re right about that. Speaking of love it looks like you’ll be getting plenty of action by the end of the evening.”
“I spotted them when I walked in. They’re practically begging to be f**ked and f**ked well. I’ll make them work for it first. I don’t want to be too easy.”
“You got a problem with f**king women well?” Killer asked.
“Nah, I just bet half the bar’s been between those thighs at some point.”
“Well, I never thought I’d see the day when you’re picky over who you screw.” Killer saw the women whispering to each other. Both of them were sweet-butt material. He imagined some of the club men would be all over them like white on rice. None of them held his interest like Kelsey. Fuck, he needed to get her out of his mind.
“I’m not. I’m single and I can screw who I want, but seeing the guys with their women, it makes me wish I got something like that. I mean, I’ve seen Hardy with Rose, and they’re amazing. After everything they’ve been through they’re still in love. Then there’s Lash, Murphy, Nash, and just f**king recently Tiny. It makes a man wish for something he can’t have,” Steven said.
Yeah, Killer knew exactly what the man was f**king talking about, which just hurt even more.
Kelsey, she’d been the one woman he’d thought to settle down with.
Get your head out of your ass. It’s not going to happen at all.
Married. He couldn’t even for a second believe it to be true, but he knew it was the truth.
Steven grabbed the next round of drinks while Killer sat back watching the women dance on the floor. He wasn’t an ugly bastard, and he knew women were attracted to him. A redhead sat at the bar was eyeing him up.
Take her ‘round back and bang her. Get all this shit out of your system.
He ignored his thoughts and took the glass from Steven.
“Do you need me to play nursemaid all night?” Steven asked.
“I don’t need you to play it now. Fuck off, have some fun, and leave me in f**king peace.”
Several minutes later Steven went and introduced himself to the two blonde women. No one bothered either of them. They both wore their Skull cuts, and their reputations preceded them.
Killer was no longer in the mood to start a fight. All he wanted to do was drown his sorrows and be left alone.
“This place is a little busy for your tastes, isn’t it?” Zero asked, taking a seat.
“What the f**k are you doing here?” Killer hadn’t invited anyone but Steven along for his pity party.