Chapter 21

Just when Ithink I've gotten rid of that dirty biker scum, he sends his friends to decorate the tree. I should have thought of that, but I was too busy completing my plans. In just a few short days, Iggie will be where he belongs. With me.

The pictures I had my associate take at the clubhouse and the records I got my hands on should have been enough to drive them apart. But while I haven't seen them together since I delivered my package, he's with these other scumbags now.

Why can't Ignatius see he's too good for these people? That he's meant to be mine? I'm going to show him, though, and prove to him we're in love and meant to be together.

That dirty whore, who I know fucks all the club members, touches him and my blood boils. She needs to learn that he's not for her. She doesn't get to touch him. Not now. Not ever.

Pulling my phone from my pocket as I watch them finish the tree from afar, I text my contact at the clubhouse.

Me- Your whore with the blonde hair needs to learn not to touch what isn't hers.

Frank- I'll handle her for a price

Me- Name it

Frank- 10k

Me- Done. I'll have it wired to your account.

Frank- I hope your scumbag is worth all this

Me- Don't call him that!

He doesn't respond,but that doesn't surprise me. He's always been an asshole, and his hatred for Steel is what made him too easy to make an ally. A little money and the chance to destroy his president and he was on board and even brought two friends to help with the job.

Which has made it easier for me to get my photos and keep tabs on my soulmate and that trash he thinks he's infatuated with.

Maybe I should have brought him home when I was watching him outside his house, loading his car for tonight. Maybe I should have walked in and offered to help with the tree. Coulda, shoulda, woulda.

Our time is coming and when he sees how good we are together, he won't even remember Steel's name.