Free Bitter Kind of Love: Prairie Devils MC Romance (Outlaw Love) by Nicole Snow

more time before he left to do other shit.
    Em started out asking the usual crap, circling around the chair where Alice was sitting like a shark, asking her every little detail she could remember about that night. I warned her to go easy.
    Tank's situation had the nurse pretty shaken up. He'd been hauled into jail right after they patched things up, thrown in the slammer because he was helping to keep her safe from the piece of shit cousin blackmailing her ass. Now, the soft, shy nurse we all knew was melting away with her man's freedom on the line.
    Em cracked a little more by the second, letting out her inner bitch. She asked my girl about the dead man.
    “I don't remember anyone named Mickey,” Alice insisted.
    My heart sank. If she'd truly given remembering all her focus last night, it hadn't turned up shit. Still, she looked so disappointed, so sad, so fragile I couldn't get pissed. Emma, on the other hand...
    Didn't like the way she was looking at Alice one bit.
    “Don't understand what the fuck Blaze expects you to do. Alice doesn't know shit,” I growled. “Whatever the hell happened with the Rams, it was bad enough to make her forget, just like you said.”
    Em kept her eyes fixed on Alice the whole time, even when she was speaking to me. “No. She can't give us the big picture, but she might remember some details. There's got to be somebody home in there.”
    That did it. Alice looked up, frost shining in her eyes, sharp and angry as ever.
    “Stop talking about me like that. I didn't ask to be here. I don't understand why you and these bikers are keeping me here...”
    “Easy, baby.” I put a hand on Alice's shoulder. “We're just trying to help a friend, and help you too.”
    Fuck, how many times do I have to remind her? I wondered. Why can't she just believe me? We wouldn't need to pump her like this if a brother's ass wasn't on the line.
    Em's attitude wasn't making this shit any easier. They locked eyes. Then Alice jerked, throwing my arm off her and shooting me a look that said back the fuck off.
    No, nothing much had changed since yesterday evening. Despite her cold fucking shoulder, I still wasn't gonna let Em ride right over her. The nurse paced a little more quickly around her now. I expected more harsh words, more vinegar, whatever she needed to say to free her old man.
    But I never expected Em to grab my girl's beautiful black ponytail and twist her head back. Alice jerked, whining as Em lifted her face up close.
    “Emma, what the fuck?” I had my hands on her shoulders in a second, trying to jerk her off Alice without dislocating her bones.
    Fuck, she was holding on tight, begging me to hurt her if I truly wanted her gone. “You guys are too scared to get tough with a girl unless she's being a real bitch. I get it, you don't rough up girls. Thing is, I'm not bound by your club charter. This bitch is hiding something, Sting, and I want to know what.”
    Bitch or not, Em had no fucking right to talk to her like that – and she sure as fuck didn't have any need to grab her like a stray cat!
    “Let go!” I roared. “Stop hurting her!”
    I was seriously contemplating throwing the nurse across the room. Only problem was I'd have Tank crush my skull tomorrow if he came home and found out I bruised the girl he was ready to claim.
    Fuck!
    “Oh, please,” Em hissed. “She's had worse. If she'd tell us what, then I wouldn't have to keep doing this.”
    “Dammit, Em! I'm fucking warning you...”
    Alice squealed as Emma's pull tightened. Harsh words, I'd allow, but I couldn't let this fucking torture continue. I shifted my hands to Emma's waist, ready to send her flying across the room, consequences be damned.
    Em saw the bluff in my pissed off eyes and called it. She practically tore that sweet black hair out in fistfuls, pulling so hard Alice came off her chair and hit the floor.
    My brain snapped. Something primal and vicious underneath my skin broke out. I saw red as I hauled Emma off her