Not Just His Old Lady

Chapter 2

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e door opens. The scent of him, leather and whis

t at the darkening training yard. I hear him sigh

is voice is the one he uses as Prez, the

est, a shield against him. "Talk? Or are y

ghtens. "Don't be like this. You know the

y I can barely contain. "Or was that title just for when the su

plodes, taking a step forward. "This

hat bike. You gave it to her. In front of everyone," I say,

frustration. "It was the only way to show the club

touchable inst

nt, I know. This wasn't a thoughtless act. It was a

quarters for now," he says, changing the subj

ake her welcome? You want me to welcome the w

s, his voice low but firm, as if delivering a final

ing an Old Lady. It gives her a voice, a standing, a permanence that no other woman

the word sh

yes flashing with disbelief a

will not stand up in Church and formally undermine my p

his Prez voice in full force, shaking the v

own anger finally breaking free from its cage. "While you were out playing soldier, wh

by my outburst. He's not used to this

ly, but there's a flicker of uncertain

. The books. As if I'm just his high-priced secre

a dangerously calm level. "You're

a thick, custom-made chain with a single, heavy silver feather-his road name is Hawk. He

m. "If I am no longer your one and

ce paling. To reject the claim is the ultimate act of defianc

ls, his voice a low threa

my heart aching but my resolve harden

drop to the floor between us. It lands

storm of fury, confusion, and something that looks terrifyingly like

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Not Just His Old Lady

Finley Steele Romance

“I was the respected Old Lady of the Iron Legion MC, managing all their legitimate businesses from the shadows for six years. But when my President boyfriend, Jasper, returned from a deadly run, he brought a woman on the back of his bike-my seat. "She's under the club's permanent protection now," he declared in front of everyone, elevating the widow to a status right beside mine. He created two queens for one throne. When her son knocked a pot of boiling chili onto my arm, leaving me with agonizing second-degree burns, Jasper rushed to comfort the uninjured, crying boy instead. His grandmother even scolded me in front of the whole club. "It was an accident! No need to make such a fuss." Later that night, Jasper confessed he owed Brandy his life and sanity, choosing his trauma bond with her over my years of quiet devotion. I finally understood that in his ledger of debts and duties, my sacrifices didn't even register. I couldn't compete with a ghost, nor the woman who walked through hell with him. So, I dropped my claim necklace on the floor and handed the club's account keys to the usurper. What they didn't know was that the club's businesses were completely bankrupt, secretly kept afloat for years solely by my family's trust fund. I cut the financial tow line, leaving them a ticking bomb, and walked away to watch his kingdom burn.”