We were both in a dead sprint to our bikes firing them up and taking off after the cage. Weaving in and out of traffic, we kept on its tail, firing shots back and forth. I couldn’t help the hard-on I got watching Princess shoot while still maneuvering her bike effortlessly. Not the time for that shit.

Pulling up besides the cage, I began shooting rapidly, hitting one of the guys. Princess’s shots hit another who fell out, causing her to stop her bike abruptly, unable to swerve out of the way. Shooting again, I aimed for the tires, but fucking missed as it spun off. There was no way I was leaving her alone out here.

Turning back around, I reached Princess, who was down on the ground checking out the shooter. “Dead?”

“Yeah…” Grabbing my phone, I called Dagger giving him our current location and advising clean up. I knew it would only take about five minutes before the cavalry came in.

“You all right?” Looking at her, I could see she seemed fine, no blood anywhere, but being a woman you never know how they react to this shit.

“I’m good.” She smiled. “Home, sweet home. You know this guy?”

“Looks like one of Rabbit’s crew.” Damn it. Rabbit’s known for running drugs throughout the state and we have dealings with him. This can’t be good.

“I take it he’s one of the everyone that Diamond wants me to be careful of, huh?” She looked as if she was studying the body before her, lifting up the shirt, taking in all the ink and marks on it totally unfazed she was looking at a dead body.

“Somethin’ like that.” The roar of bikes in the distance snapped me into action. “Get your ass on your bike and go back to Ma’s house. I’ll send some guys over.”

If looks could kill, I’d be lying dead next to the man on the road. “I’m just as much a part of this as you are,” she growled out. It was sexy as hell, but her trying to control shit was gonna stop quick.

“I’m not gonna say it again. Fucking go. Now.” I ordered.

“If you remember, it was my fucking shot that killed the bastard.” She stood up heading towards her bike. I could see in her face it was killing her to have to leave the scene, but she listened and headed back the way we came. I held in my chuckle. Damn woman.

“Pops and G.T. are at the house. What the fuck happened?” Dagger clipped, looking at the dead body at my feet.

“Drive-by. Black cage. Four guys inside. Two in the back were shot; this one fell out. Cage drove off.” I relayed.

“Shit. It’s one of Rabbit’s guys,” Zed said, kneeling down to see where the wounds were. “She shot him, didn’t she?” He eyed me suspiciously.

“Yeah. She came out guns blazing, and I didn’t have time to fight with her about staying back. She got him; I got the other.” I pressed my hands deep in my pockets.

“I’m sure you got the other,” Rhys said, laughing. Fuck. I didn’t need this shit.

“You got this? I wanna make sure the house is all right.”

“Go. We got this.” As Dagger, Guns, Zed, and Tug began their work, I rode quickly to the house.

* * *

“They fucking shot her, Pops!” Princess’s voice was enraged, the anger dripping off every word coming out of her mouth. I noticed a splattering of blood on one of the walls, as I walked into the house. Ma was holding her shoulder and appeared to be in a tremendous amount of pain, but didn’t utter a complaint. “Get Doc here now!” she barked out.

Princess began ripping away the clothes on Ma’s body, finding the entrance of the bullet. Turning her softly, she also appeared to find the exit wound.

“I’ll find them. Don’t you fucking worry about that,” G.T. ground out, rushing out of the room.

“What do you need?” I asked, since standing there watching was not helping anyone.

“I need towels and duct tape,” Princess ordered.

“Here.” G.T. was one step ahead, handing both items to her. Watching Princess work like a well-oiled machine was beautiful. She didn’t shy away from the blood or do that prissy shit that most women do. She dug in and got the job done. I was in a bit of awe. Every fucking move this woman made, made me want to stick my dick in her. Shit.

Pops stopped my admiration. “Cruz, you get Princess and Ma back to the clubhouse. Call Breaker and Buzz to bring the cage. Call Doc and get him to the clubhouse now.” I nodded as he turned to G.T. “You and me ride.”

* * *

The clubhouse was buzzing while Doc worked on Ma. She appeared to be just fine, but one woman was not. Princess hadn’t stopped pacing since Doc started working on Ma. Every so often she paused to have a shot of Jack and then continued to pace.

Everyone left her alone not wanting to be on the end of her rage, I assumed, but I couldn’t care less if I pissed her off. Walking up in front of her, I gently grabbed her shoulders.

“Don’t,” she barked at me.

“Come on.” She looked at her Ma laying on the pool table getting stitched up and shook her head. “It’ll just take a minute. Trust me.” She looked up into my eyes as if she was battling some inner turmoil then sighed.

She nodded, “All right. A few minutes, then I gotta get back.”

Smiling, I led her outside the clubhouse to the back gym. I’d been in her shoes before, seeing someone I love shot and not being able to do a damn thing about it. When Steeler was shot outside of the club, I didn’t know what the fuck to do. The brothers swooped in and took care of it, and at that exact moment, I knew this life was for me.

“The ring?” she questioned, looking at the large square in the center of the gym, her eyes wide.

“Yep. Get taped up.”

She smiled. “You wanna fight me?” I could see her wheels turning.

“I’m not going to fight you. You’re just gonna get some of your frustration out.” There was no way I wanted to hit this woman, whether she accepted it or not, I’d protect her till my dying breath. God, I knew this fucking woman a day, and she was already so fucking far under my damn skin.

“Oh, come on. You’re just going to let me hit you like some pansy ass bitch, huh?” The devil gleaming in her eyes had me utterly intrigued.

“I’ll tape up, but I’m not swinging.”

“Pussy.”

After helping each other tape up and removing our boots, we climbed into the ring. She pulled her hair into some kind of bun thing on her head as she moved her neck from side to side. Hearing stories about Princess’ ability in the ring, I admit I was intrigued. The guys supposedly taught her to fight, and she always held her head up high even if she ended up bloody, or so I was told. Now I’d get a personal view.

As we squared off, my pulse began to pick up. I dodged swing after swing until she nailed me right in the mouth, sending blood flying. Wiping it from my face, we began a fighting dance. I never once swung, only blocked.

“Come on. Fight me damn it!” she growled at me, swinging hard, kicking me in the gut.

“No,” I said as I regained my composure, standing tall. I didn’t hear the door to the gym open, only the whoops and hollers of all my brothers and Ma coming into the gym. Shit.

“Hey, boys. This pussy here won’t fight back,” she goaded me. I knew what I had to do. I didn’t want to, but I knew I had to. No fucking way I’d let the brothers see me not fight back.

She blocked several of my swings, but I made contact with the right hook to her cheek and she stumbled back. I stopped what I was doing and rushed to her. She smiled giving me a right hook of her own sending me staggering back a bit.

This went on for what seemed like forever. Blood was gushing down both of our faces. The bell on the side started going off as Dagger banged on it, hard. We knew it was over. Fuck if this bitch didn’t have the biggest balls I’ve ever seen.

I stalked towards her, and her eyes widened. I’m not sure what my face looked like, but all I could feel was my throbbing dick needing a home and fast. Grabbing her, I slammed my lips to hers; just taking everything I possibly could from her. As her body melted into mine, I kept going, not giving two shits about the crowd below us. Tasting the sweat and blood throughout my mouth spurred me on.

Princess pulled away, wincing. As I looked at her lip, I could see it was split wide open. “Doc still here?” I called out.

“In the clubhouse!” Rhys called out.

“Get checked out,” I said, staring at her lip, not believing I just did that to her, a bit ashamed with myself, in fact.

“I’m fine,” she uttered and patted her lip with her hand.

“I didn’t ask. Go,” I ordered. Getting right in her face, “Get your fucking ass in there and get checked out. Now.” My voice was dead calm and utterly serious, and when her eyes flashed acceptance, I knew I’d gotten her.

Princess took off out of the ring, and I climbed out. “You sure you want that, Brother?” Dagger asked. He’s always in protection mode. I didn’t think he had any other switch.

“Hell yeah,” I said, wiping the blood from my face with a towel.

G.T. stepped in front of me. “You fucking hurt her; I’ll put a bullet in your fucking head.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” And I wouldn’t. She’s his blood. You protect blood and family at all costs. I respected that about G.T.

“I’m fucking serious. She’s not free pussy.” The anger radiating off my brother was tangible. I understood it, but it was fucking pissing me off.

Going toe-to-toe with G.T, I never thought I would want to rip someone’s head off so much. “You don’t think I fucking know that?”

“I’m starting to wonder. You forget I see the pussy coming out of your room.”

“And I see what comes out of yours,” I fire back knowing he didn’t want his business being known by his sister.