“Tell me why she thinks I’m coming for her?”

“Fuck you.”

Tug walked in the room, “Clear.”

“Go let the girls out.”

“My pleasure.” He turned and walked toward the back.

“Again. Tell me why she thinks I’m coming for her?” Each word I emphasized with a kick. This fucker obviously thought I was a weak little thing. I needed to show him how wrong he was.

“Fuck,” he groaned, trying to roll to his side.

“No, I don’t want to fuck, but thanks for offering.” I smiled, pointing my gun at his head. “I don’t need you alive, I could care less if you live or die. That choice is up to you.” The dead calm from my voice was even strange to me, but I’ve used it many times in my life.

“She put you in… doesn’t want the brothers coming after her.”

“It’s not the brothers she needs to worry about, now is it? You think coming here and making a fucking mess is gonna get her in our good graces?” I paused, looking at Liv as she walked in the room. “Liv, make sure the girls don’t come in here. Take them out the back.”

She scurried across the floor to the backroom. “Now. What to do with you? We’ve already killed two of your men. So maybe I’ll let you live to deliver a message.” Taking the gun, I shot him once in each leg. His screams made me smile.

“Would you like that? Staying alive?” He shook his head like the pussy he was. “Okay, here’s the message. Tell Babs, I love her.”

He looked at me shocked. “What?”

“You heard me.” Pausing, I looked at Tug across the room. “You might wanna look the other way.” I smiled smugly, but he didn’t turn away.

“Pull your dick out,” I ordered to the asshole.

“No, puta,” he growled at me.

Hitting him with the butt of my gun again, this time in the nose, sending more blood spattering, I ordered, “Do it. And if you fucking call me puta again, I will blow your fucking dick off.” Looking at the asshole, I felt Tug by my side. “Tug since you’re not looking away. Come hold the gun on him.” He complied. “Wrap his hands with this.” I handed Tug part of the drapery that had fallen to the ground.

With my gun in my right hand, I slowly grabbed the asshole’s dick. “Now, do you want your dick or your balls?”

“Wh… at?” He was visibly shaken by the question.

“Do you want use of your dick or your balls?” When he didn’t answer, I made the decision for him. Wrapping my one hand around his balls, I pulled with all of my strength feeling the ligaments and flesh pulling away from his body. When he yelled, I pulled harder. I heard a small whimper from Tug but didn’t look his way. Rewrapping my hand around him for a better grip, I pulled once more for good measure making sure the only way he’d use these bad boys again was with a lot of surgery. I didn’t need him reproducing.

“Now you remember what the message is?” I asked, nonchalantly as if I didn’t just rip a guy’s balls off.

When he didn’t answer, I grabbed his dick as he paused, fear laced in his eyes. “Ye…sss…”

“What is it?” My words dripping with honey.

“Tell Babs you love her,” he stammered out.

“Good. Tug get him out of here. Ditch him far away.” Tug nodded, picking up his phone, making the arrangements. “Where are the B.Boys?”

“Taking care of the girls… hey, Princess?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said looking around at the pit Studio X had just become.

“Remind me never to piss you off.” I turned, smiling at him, not responding.

The B.Boys moved the bodies quickly, getting them the hell out of there. And by the time the cops came, there was only the mess to deal with. I told them that someone broke in and trashed the place, shooting guns off everywhere. By the time I got there, they were all gone.

The cops didn’t ask any other questions. We’ve known the chief for years, and he kept our business… well, our business.

Liv came in, visibly shaken. “Girl, you okay?”

“Will be,” she replied as her eyes searched the room, taking in all of the destruction.

“I’ll ask Cruz if the Prospects can help clean up the mess and we’ll get the girls to help. We’ll be up and running soon.” I hugged her, rubbing her back. “We’ll need to be closed for a few days.” She nodded.

“Princess, phone call.” Tug held out his phone to me. “Cruz.”

I figured and turned on the charm. “Hey, Baby. How’s the trip?”

“Don’t, what the fuck happened?” After explaining in detail what happened, he wasn’t very happy with me. “Get your fucking ass to the clubhouse, now.” He yelled loud enough; I had to pull it away from my ear.

“We’re just about done here.”

“No. Now.”

I tried to swallow my frustration, but it was difficult. “I’m fine. Everyone is fine.”

“You are not fine. You fucking shot two guys and ripped a guy’s balls off. Not to mention the Studio is fucking trashed. Like I said, get your ass to the clubhouse, now. I’m on my way. Be there in two hours.”

Blowing out a deep breath, I forced out, “Leaving now.”

“Good. Lock yourself in my damn room with my boy, and don’t fucking move.”

Rolling my eyes, I responded, “Okay.” I waited for him to hang up.

“Let’s ride,” I said to Tug, slipped my phone in my pocket, then turned to the boys. “B.Boys get Liv home, please, and lock this place up tight.”

Chapter 7—Cruz

We had a perfect run, no problems or complications… except for my girl. Dammit. I didn’t get Tug’s text until we pulled off for gas, and after that I drove like a bat out of hell. Hearing Tug replay the entire scene made my fucking blood boil. Not only was someone after Princess, she decided to take matters into her own hands. The two hour drive did nothing to cool me down. Pulling up to the clubhouse, my first stop was Tug.

“What the fuck happened?” I boomed, crossing my arms across my chest, trying to hold them back from ringing this fucker’s neck. He should have never let her go.

“Your girl kicked some serious fucking ass,” he replied, mimicking my pose.

“Why the fuck did you let her go?”

He laughed. “Have you met your girl? We weren’t gonna change her mind, thought it best to be there to protect her.”

“Fuck,” I rubbed my hands over my face. This was such a huge cluster-fuck. Nodding in understanding, I headed into the club.

“Hey, Cruz!” Buzz called from the bar.

“What?” I said walking by not wanting to hear shit from anyone.

“You serious about that girl?” His words halted me. Turning to stare at Buzz, my anger peaked.

“What the fuck do you care?” I said, narrowing my eyes at him.

Something flickered in his eyes, but he didn’t back down. “Cause I saw what she can do. She’s something.”

“She’s mine. Stay the fuck away.” He held his hands up and stepped back.

“Got it.”

“Don’t you fucking forget it!” Striding towards my room, I couldn’t help the small smirk that played on my lips. Not only does Princess have the adoration of all the ol’ timers here, now she’s got it from the Prospects, too. Damn.

Turning the handle, I found it was locked. My heart warmed that she actually fucking listened to me. Unlocking the door, I could see Princess’s back stiffen as she was down on the floor playing Legos with Cooper. “Daddy!” Cooper ran into my arms as I knelt down to catch him in a full-out run.

“Hey, Buddy. How are ya?” I asked kissing the top of his head.

“Pin… ess pay boks.” His smile was wide, and I could tell that he had fallen under her spell, also.

“She’s playing blocks with you, huh?” He shook his head.

“And Ma gives mes cookies!”

“Sounds yummy. Let’s go find Ma for minute. I gotta talk to Princess.”

After dropping him off with Ma, I found Princess lying on her back with her arm covering her eyes. “I know you’re there and pissed. I had to go and protect my girls. I’d do it again in a heartbeat,” she said, looking up at the ceiling.

Kicking the door shut and locking it, I reached the end of the bed climbing between her spread thighs. Laying on top of her and removing her arm, I crashed my lips to hers, needing to feel her, taste her, and know she was alive with me.