Free Trusting Bull: Savage Brothers MC by Jordan Marie Page B

choice for stability with Matty, but in reality, he is all kinds of wrong for me. Something tells me the same would be true for my son.
    His tongue pushes into my mouth and I want to gag. I push against his shoulders, trying to break free. His hand is at my chest, and I feel it dive inside my shirt to cup my breast. I push harder, finally getting my mouth away from him. He starts biting on my shoulder, and I suck in air to keep from vomiting.
    “Walter stop! I don’t want this!” I growl, apparently the full moon tonight has caused him to lose his ever-loving-mind.
    “Give us a chance, Skye. We could be good together. This could be so good.” He says, but even his voice sounds cold to me. His head goes down, and before he can lay his lips anywhere else, I push him hard.
    “I said…No!” I growl, he goes back a couple of steps when I shove him. My shirt tears—just slightly, but I feel cold air hit my body. I pay no mind to it though, just relieved because Walter’s hand is no longer on my breast.
    “What the fuck is going on here?”
    My head jerks up, and I look at the front door. Suddenly, I get the name behind the man, because in this moment, he is a bull seeing red and ready to charge.
    Crap.

Chapter 15
    Bull
    I hear Skye’s cry from outside.
    I was debating whether to come in or not. I pushed Skye pretty hard today. Fuck, my head is kind of screwed up lately. It has been, since the mess with Carrie. Something about Skye throws me off kilter and I just got tired of waiting. Now, I’m starting to have second thoughts about pushing her.
    Why should Skye give me a shot? She sure as hell deserves better than me. I’ve been a fucked up mess for so long now, I’m not sure I remember who I was before. Dragon feels guilty over the attack at Dancer’s. He shouldn’t. That’s on me, it’s all mine. I was drunk. If I hadn’t been, the fucker would have never gotten the drop on me. I never told my brothers that, and I got Melissa to help bury the toxicology results the hospital ran. That’s my dirty little secret. Fuck, it seems like I’ve been searching for something to get lost in forever now. The bottom of a bottle, pills…women. I disgust myself .
    And what if I’m wrong? What if I backslide? I’ve been clean for six months, sure—but it’s been a fucking hard ride. That’s the main reason I haven’t pressed Doc, but today I snapped. I couldn’t stand the waiting anymore, and I went caveman on her. She probably thinks I’m a desperate fucker who has to chase women down. God, is that who I am now? I should just tell her goodbye, find my motherfucking balls, and walk away. I shouldn’t have to force her to spend time with me. That’s really why I’m here, and I had every intention of telling her that— until I hear her scream .
    I open her door to find Walter-boy and Skye standing way too close together. Skye looks extremely pissed and more than a little scared.
    “What the fuck is going on here?” I’m trying to stay calm, but I notice the top of Skye’s shirt is torn. I go off .
    I grab Walter by his scrawny throat, and wrap my hand around it. I’m going to end this motherfucker. What would have happened if I hadn’t been here? I’m going to choke the life out of this miserable fucker. Nah, that’s too easy. I’ll cut off his dick, force-feed it to him and then choke the life out of him.
    I slam him up against the wall and hear something fall. Then there is the sound of glass breaking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a picture lying on the floor beside me.
    “Who the fuck said you could put your hands on my woman?” I yell at the asshole, ready to tear him apart. Skye hits my bad arm with a….Fuck! She hit me with a bible! And not just any bible, it’s a hardback and looks like it belongs on an altar at church or something.
    “Fucking hell, Doc!”
    “Let go of him! What are you doing?”
    “Teaching Walter-boy some manners so he’ll know to never put his hands on you?