He drove her back to the hospital in silence, she stared out her window and he kept his eyes on the road, gripping the wheel in a vice like grip. What the hell happened back there? He completely forgot everything about her that he hated.

He had forced himself to stop, she didn't need anymore on her plate and she didn't need the stress. He had forced himself to stop, but he almost didn't. He wanted to take her right there on that couch but he knew it wasn't right.

"Thank you," She said as he parked in front of the hospital.

"You're welcome, when Iris is released or if there's any change please let me know."

"I will."

She climbed from the vehicle without even a glance back at him. At some point it had started to rain and as she hurried up the sidewalk he couldn't help but watch her go, waiting for her to glance back, just once, just one glance to let him know that she felt something in that kiss. She didn't.

He sighed and then pushed whatever sense of longing he felt for her aside. He didn't have time to worry about her or her kid, he had a club to run and a war to try and survive. However, as he drove back to the clubhouse he couldn't block out the burning in his stomach, the tightness in his chest, the almost overpowering desire to lash out at someone. That little girl was hurt and someone had to pay for it.

He parked at Chrome and climbed from the truck as he crossed the parking lot he saw Demon and his dog sitting on a stack of tires near the gate, keeping watch for anyone who shouldn't be there.

Ty was walking around the large chain link fence, making sure it was not only sturdy but that nobody had tampered with it. The families were milling about in the playpen and in the hidden parking lot getting sun by lounging on picnic tables. There was no sign of Lacy.

He walked straight to the bar and poured himself a shot. He had just downed his first drink and was pouring a second when the door swung open. Zeke strode into the room, dragging Becky along with him by her arm.

"Let go of me!" She hissed.

"Sit your bony ass in that chair and stay there!" He yelled back pointing to a chair.

With a haughty little sniff and lift of her chin Becky complied and gave her a warning look before walking towards the bar and shaking his head.

"Woman trouble?" Wolf asked.

"She ain't my woman."

"Should have sent Ty to get her," Wolf commented, pouring Zeke a drink.

"He looked, he couldn't find her. I told her it was for the best she come with me but she's missing a big job opportunity to be here and she ain't happy about it."

"Would she be happier dead?"

"I might be if she was," Zeke said.

Wolf laughed just as he caught sight of Becky, standing a few inches behind Zeke. She looked shocked and her eyes showed she was thoroughly wounded at the thought he'd wish her dead.

Wolf froze and Zeke tensed, sensing the change in his boss. He turned slowly on the stool to face her. Immediately he winced and shot to his feet.

"Becky...."

"Is that how you really feel then? You wish I was dead?"

"No..."

"Fine! Granted, from here on out I'm dead to you. You needn't ever worry about me calling you, texting you, stopping at your house to make sure you have food in the fridge and a clean place to sleep. You don't ever need to stop at my door late at night to get your bullet holes stitched closed. Don't you ever....ever......come near me....again."

She had tears in her eyes but she didn't cry, she wiped a tear away and then took a deep breath, turned on her heel and walked away.

Zeke stood like a reed, not moving, barely even breathing.

"You alright?" Wolf asked.

"Yeah.....yeah....hell.....should have let that happen years ago." He said, forcing a smile that nobody would have believed was genuine. He downed the drink that Wolf had poured then headed off in the opposite direction that Becky had went.

Wolf knew that deep down Zeke hadn't meant a word he'd said. He and Becky had been friends for most of their lives and while Zeke might get fed up with her and Ty, he would never hurt either of them intentionally.

Wolf finished another shot before walking out of the bar area, he was going to go and see King and his men. Someone was going to pay dearly for what they'd done to Iris. He crossed the parking lot and swung onto his bike, ignoring the stares from some of the women.

As he reached the gate and Demon rushed to open it he saw Ty and Becky a few yards away. She was crying and wiped angrily at her tears while Ty tried in vain to soothe her. The rain had turned into a soft mist coating everything and leaving a smooth haze around the pair.

Demon shoved the gate open and Wolf wasted no time in pulling out of the parking lot and hitting the road, under other circumstances riding at a high rate of speed on the wet roads was dangerous but he was a skilled rider and too pissed off to care.

He reached the bar that the Aces Wild owned, a dumpy hole in the wall called Diamond. He parked right out front not caring if they didn't like seeing him there. He walked in the front door aware of them all turning to watch him, without looking at them he counted in his head, three bikers and the bartender. He took a seat on the stool and ordered himself a beer.

The bartender only hesitate a minute before handing him a beer, just as one of the men took a seat beside him.

"Can I help you?" The man asked.

"Maybe."

"What can I do for you?" The man asked, his tone biting.

"You can tell your boss King, that I'm coming for him and I'm going to rip his heart out."

"You've got a lot of balls walking in here and saying that."

"Yeah, and it would appear none of you have any at all....using a child for target practice."

His jibe was just enough to send the man over the edge, but Wolf didn't want to throw the first punch, he wanted to throw the last one.

The man swung and Wolf ducked before kneeing the man in the ribs, then smashing his face off a bar. He rounded on the other two, they charged.One swung a beer bottle, wolf grabbed his wrist blocking the attempt then smashed the beer bottle over the mans head and when the man hit his knees a well placed foot effectively broke the mans ankle.

He backhanded the other before lifting a nearby chair and breaking it across his back. The first man attempted to get up and Wolf kicked him in the ribs again, grabbing his arm and snapping it like a twig behind his back. The other two guys had the smarts to stay down.

Wolf turned and tossed a twenty on the bar, the bartender was currently cowering behind. It hadn't solved anything, hadn't eased his anger in the slightest but he was in the mood for a fight. It hadn't really been much of a fight to be honest, the other men hadn't landed a single punch.

He paused near the one man who seemed the most alert, the one with a broken the broken ankle. When he leaned down to the mans level man flinched away.

"Tell King that I'm coming for him and the Animals no longer do business with the Aces."

The man gave a quick nod but didn't speak. Wolf shoved him back to the floor and stepped over his fallen comrades as he walked to the door. Once he stepped outside into the sun he slid on is sunglasses and swung onto his bike, he hesitated a second then climbed off.

He walked over to the straight, neat row of black bikes sitting on the sidewalk. With a boot well placed on the gas tank he shoved the first one over, causing the rest to toppled over in a chain reaction.

The sounds of the bikes crashing onto the concrete gave him a brief spike of satisfaction but it was like anything else, quickly gone and he wanted more. He wanted a real fight, wanted to face off against twenty men and walk out victorious, wanted to feel their bones crunch beneath his fist, feel their knuckles busting his cheek, he wanted King dead.

He swung back onto his bike, he knew that if he went after King himself and with no plan it would end badly for him and probably his club. So for now he would bide his time.

He rode back to the club still feeling every bit as on edge as he had before he left. He parked in front of the clubhouse and headed straight inside to the bar where he promptly downed two shots in a row before he felt his rage subside.

He glanced up to see one of the usual bike whores leaning against the jukebox. She was one of the regulars and most of the guys in the club had her, she thought one would fall in love with her and make her an old lady. So far no such luck.

She had dark red hair, almost brown unless she was in direct light, she was wearing a short mini skirt that barely covered the necessary areas and a black tank top. He downed another shot and continued to watch her.

What the hell? He needed to burn off some steam.

Slamming the glass down he marched across the room and without speaking to her grabbed her arm. She let out a squeak of surprise as he started down the hall to his room, she didn't protest and he didn't speak, didn't need too. She'd done this enough she knew how it worked.

He opened the door and allowed her to go inside then slammed the door shut. She turned and surprisingly looked slightly reluctant. Probably due to the fact that he never did this.

Before she could protest he gripped her head in his hands, maybe a little too roughly and crushed his lips to hers. She let out a squeak of surprise but her hands rested on his chest and she wasn't fighting. He turned and roughly slammed her against the wall a few pictures crashing to the floor. When he broke away from her lips they were read and swollen.

"Mr Wolf......"She started.

"Shut up!"

He shoved her very short skirt up over her hips, no reason to go all out and have her strip. This was going to be fast.

She obeyed and fell silent even as he fumbled with his belt and zipper. He paused only for a second and looked up at her.

"Do you consent?" He asked roughly.

"Yes...."

He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and like that he was inside her, he turned. And collapsed onto the bed pinning her beneath him and began to move.

She didn't fight him, didn't protest but she also didn't bother to assist in anyway. She lay still and dug her nails into his back.

When he rolled off of her a few minutes later she pulled down her skirt, smoothed her hair and calmly walked out of the room. She didn't cry, didn't ask if she should leave, didn't beg to be satisfied herself. She knew how it worked she walked out and closed the door.

A second after the door closed the guilt washed over him and he felt sick. As long as he'd been president he'd never been one to mess around with the biker whores. He never saw a reason too and while he'd been with plenty of women, never like that, almost animalistic.

He barely made it to his adjoining bathroom before he threw up, mostly whiskey. When he felt strong enough to stand he pulled his pants up but left the belt undone and stumbled to his bed. How long had it been since he'd slept or ate? He didn't know but it was before Iris was shot.

Iris, the poor baby fighting for her life in a hospital and it was his fault.

His head began to spin and despite knowing he should be up and caring for the people around, speaking to his men and making sure they were taken care of, he passed out into a deep, dark sleep, plagued with nightmares.

BIG NEWS: We will hopefully soon have a trailer for the next book, "Damaged Lace". I don't want to spoil it for you but it's going to be up sometime next week. The wonderful person making it is going to start on MONDAY. So, I need some song suggestions for this trailer, I know it's hard when you don't know what it's about but just think dark, dramatic, emotional and give me some ideas. No promises though.