Chapter 22

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E lijah cupped my face in his hands once I was dressed again, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Can I convince you to stay in this bathroom while I deal with her?” he asked me. There was real concern in his eyes, as well as worry for my well-being.

I shook my head, swallowing thickly. “Is it worth it?” I asked him. “The drama, the fight that’s about to happen – is it worth it?”

“Worth every goddamn bit,” he told me. “You’re it for me, woman.” My heart swelled in my chest. “I want you – just you. I haven’t even looked at another woman since I had you in my bed that very first time.”

I stared up at him, shocked by his words. Men like Elijah, men that wore the cut of this club – they didn’t say that kind of shit. “You mean that?”

He nodded. “I don’t say shit I don’t mean, Olivia. You should know that by now. A brother’s word is all we’ve fucking got.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips to his. “Then let’s go out and face the music.”

He crushed me to him. “I really don’t want you out there. She’s fucking fuming.”

I shook my head at him. I wasn’t a coward, and I didn’t run from my problems. I certainly wasn’t going to hide behind a man, either. “If she was going to do anything, she would have done it while you were balls deep in my pussy and rubbing my clit.”

He laughed softly and shook his head before grabbing my hand in his, leading me from the bathroom. His body was slightly in front of mine, a protective move I didn’t miss. It warmed my soul to know he really wanted this with me.

Whitney was pacing when we stepped out into the main room. Tanner was standing at the bar, Dawson standing beside her. His gun was laid out on the counter in front of him.

I tightened my hand around Elijah’s. If Dawson had his weapon out, that meant trouble – serious fucking trouble.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” Whitney shouted. She stormed over to us. Elijah blocked her. “Move! This fucking cunt—”

“Watch your goddamn mouth about her,” Elijah snarled at his wife.

Whitney laughed. It was cold and malicious, and it sent chills down my spine. “You protective over this whore? You know how many of these men have stuck their dicks inside of her? To be honest, Elijah, you were probably the last man of this club to get in her loose cunt.”

Elijah released my hand and shoved her a step back. She pulled out a gun and aimed it at me. I drew in a deep breath, forcing myself to remain calm. I tilted my chin up at her, willing my hands not to shake.

Every man in the room, Elijah included, pointed their own weapons at her. “You going to shoot me, Whitney?” I taunted her. Elijah cast me a dark look, a warning for me to shut my mouth. I didn’t heed it. “You could never satisfy him, honey.”

She stepped towards me, anger flashing in her gaze as she momentarily became distracted. Elijah took that moment to disarm her, shoving her down to the floor on her knees, her wrists bound in his hand as he pressed the barrel of his gun to the center of her forehead.

“I called your parents this morning,” he told her, his voice low and quiet. Yet, it still held the threat of death. “They know I’ve filed divorce papers, and I also informed them that you’re not cooperating. They should be here within the next couple of hours.” Whitney’s face paled. “You’ll go home with them, Whitney. You’ll sign those divorce papers. And you won’t fucking show back up at my goddamn clubhouse or on my territory ever again, you hear me?”

He crouched down in front of her, shoving the barrel of his gun in her mouth. Tears slid down her cheeks. “And if you fucking ever threaten Olivia again, I’ll tear you apart piece by fucking piece and let you bleed out slowly at my goddamn feet.”

With that, he stood up and shoved her down to the floor. “Get out, Whitney.”

She scrambled up from the floor and rushed for the door, tears streaking down her face. Elijah put his weapon back in the holster beneath his cut. “Dawson, Jax, follow her. Make sure she doesn’t take shit that doesn’t belong to her, and get her the fuck off my territory.”