Biker Stepbrother - Part Two Read Free

that. It’s my fiancé .” He held his phone out so I could see the caller ID.
    “Hi, darling,” he said, placing the call on speaker.
    “Holden, hi, baby. Is now a good time to talk?” Her voice seemed forcibly calm, but I was certain Holden didn’t have enough emotional intelligence to pick up on something like that.
    “Now is a perfect time, my love,” he said, oozing slime with every syllable. He brought his finger to his lips to silence his minions.
    “I’m at your place,” she said. “I was hoping to find you here. It’s late and you’re out. Where are you?”
    She sounded like a concerned girlfriend, though it was plain as day to me that she was playing him like a fiddle.
    “I’m just… taking care of some business,” he said. “I’ll be home soon.”
    “Come home now,” she begged. “I have a surprise for you. I’m sorry for running out the other night. I want to make it up to you. Please. Come quickly.”
    “Give me twenty minutes, love,” he said, ending the call. He sauntered over to me with a smugly victorious grin across his pink lips and rubbed his soft hands together. “Well, there we have it, Gray. Guess she wants me back. What can I say? I guess her tastes have… evolved back in the right direction.”
    He lowered his face to mine, bearing his teeth like a Chihuahua who didn’t know how little and weak he truly was.
    “You’re nothing but a mongrel. A piece of shit,” he seethed. “You’re never going to be good enough for Eve, and you need to leave now. Get out of town. Don’t call her. Don’t contact her. Stay away from my fiancé. Do we have an understanding?”
    My face froze in an expressionless pose. I refused to acknowledge someone when they spoke to me like that.
    “I said,” he rose his voice. “Do. We. Have. An. Und-”
    And then I socked him. My wrists still bound and taped, I socked him with my two clenched fists. I then brought my arms down like a sledgehammer and applied enough force to rip the tape down the middle. His pals stood back in the corner, cowering like a couple of rich pussies while Holden pulled himself up off the ground. Blood dripped from his nose, and judging by the horrified look on his face, he wanted to kill me.
    But I wouldn’t allow it. People had tried their hand at killing me before, but no one had gotten the job done. Not yet.
    I slipped my feet out of my boots, freeing myself from the chair and charged at Holden. Grabbing him by the collar, I pulled him up off the ground to meet my eyes.
    “Let me tell you something, you pink shirt wearing pencil dick cocksucker,” I growled. “You stay away from Everly. She don’t like you. She ain’t one of you. She never will be.”
    I unclenched my fist and let him fall to the ground, crumbling in a heap of tremors. I charged toward his friends and they flinched, each of them, with each step I took.
    They weren’t worth it.
    “Keys,” I said to the driver. He pulled his keychain from his pocket and threw it at me. “Phones.”
    I collected each of their phones and shoved them in my pockets before bolting out of the warehouse. As I drove, I did an internet search on one of the phones for the home of Sterling Chadwick, at least that’s who I remembered Everly saying her stepfather was.
    I pulled into a gated driveway, backed up, and then reared the Range Rover through the metal gate, knocking it down before entering a circle drive of a mansion in Brentwood. The whitewashed stucco and red-tiled roofing of the sprawling mansion seemed a far cry from the tinned and dented trailer we grew up in.
    I pounded on the front door until a petite Hispanic woman opened it, though that late at night I was lucky if anyone answered.
    “I’m here to see Everly - I mean Eve,” I said with a sort of determination that seemed to scare her.
    She looked me up and down, probably wondering why some rough and tumble leather and tattoos hooligan like me was doing in their pristine neighborhood.
    “Eve is not