Molly, my child, Axe, and that psycho are on the other side of this industrial door. He wants me here alone. To fight me for Molly. I’ve seen the security camera footage. I know damn well what I’m up against considering our size difference. It’ll take all heart, the element of surprise, and footwork to beat Jett into the ground. And motivation, which I have a lot of. I’m toast if I don’t believe I can take down the bastard.

Shoving the industrial door open, I step into the warehouse and find them in the center of the large empty space. Axe is slumped in a chair, covered in thick, heavy snow chains. Then I catch sight of Molly, who sits with her hand resting on her stomach. Ropes lay loose on the ground around her chair, and Jett’s kneeling beside her, caressing her hair. I don’t need to be the man’s size. I’ll kill the fucker for touching her. Right fucking now.

“I’m here now, Jett. Before we do this, you need to let Molly and Axe go. That was the deal.”

“All right,” he answers without looking in my direction. He gets to his feet and leans down, kissing Molly’s cheek. “Excuse me for a minute, baby. I need to teach this man a lesson for coming between us.”

“Let’s do this shit,” I tell the crazy idiot.

Jett makes it a few paces away from Molly. I charge toward the son of a bitch head on without warning. Only brute force will disable him. I have a lot of that stored up. The man has stalked my woman, blown up my bike, knocked out Axe with God knows what kind of tranquilizer, kidnapped Molly, and has the nerve to kiss her and caress her stomach too? My baby?

He needs to pay.

Jett and I go down to the ground hard. We’re sprawled out on the floor and fight with hands and knees, elbows and feet. We can both fight dirty. I feel his fist hit squarely against my eye socket. I answer back on the fucker’s jaw, but the big bastard barely reacts. I sucker punch him in his gut over and over. But hell, the pain in my eye is affecting everything—my sight, my instinct to keep my face covered, and all of that effort makes me less effective everywhere else.

We struggle on the floor, and I give it everything I have to gain the upper hand. If I let him roll me onto my back, well fuck, there’d be no coming back from that with a man his size. I start to hit every available spot on his body. Each blow takes me closer to passing out. He, on the other hand, looks like he won’t break a sweat anytime soon.

In spite of the blood in my eyes, I fight.

Because I have something to fight for.

Two people.

My family.

“Hold up, bro! I got your back, hang in there! To the left! He’s gonna go left!” Axe must have come to. He calls out from across the warehouse. “Watch out—”

I duck left. Jett goes right, charging his full fucking over-one-hundred-pound weight difference into the blow. I feel the wind knocked out of me as I crash hard on my back. I have no time to react. The slick motherfucker sits on my chest, ready to finish me off.

If I survive it, this beating will hurt like hell.

I cover my face to protect the injured eye and brace for impact.

He pulls back his right hand, ready to pound his fist, but the blow never comes.

Axe crashes his metal chair into the back of Jett’s head. The man collapses onto the ground beside me. I get to my feet to help Axe use the same chains to tie up our unconscious stalker slash kidnapper. He won’t last the night after I’m done with him.

But a loud whistle echoes through the air I look over at my president in disbelief. Fuck no, this dose of payback is not stopping.

“Stop!” Silas shouts. “Tate, if you go any further, you’ll be going against the club regs. I’ll take your fucking patch myself.”

Fuck. I was already warmed up to the idea of finishing off the guy by sunrise.

Axe holds me back, and Silas gives me a sideways glance, narrowing his eyes. “I’m making the choice for you, buddy. No blood on your hands. We’re exiling the motherfucker from membership with the Satan’s Saints and all other allied MC charters.”

“That’s not justice,” I shout. “It’s bullshit. That won’t stop him from coming after Molly.”

“It’s not your call. Cole, strip Jett of his patch and fuck up his ink.”

“You got it, Si.” Cole and Axe drag an unconscious Jett away.

My rage won’t die down. The guy doesn’t deserve to live.

“I need you to calm down for me,” Silas orders me. “Get your woman and take her home.”

Molly.

I forced myself to ignore the killer pain in my side and deep behind one eye. Thank fuck I’d seen worse bruises than this before I hit puberty. I can walk this off. Molly is the person I should be worried about. And the child she’s carrying.

My child.

I hurry over to her chair and lift her into my arms. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” she answers and brushes her lips against mine.

I see the bigger picture as I carry her to my truck. Molly’s fine, and so is the baby.

Any other outcome would’ve scared me to pieces, but that’s what I heard. If a woman makes you really excited and a little scared, she’s the one. I don’t remember where I picked up that nugget, but it makes sense. And I know there’s no one else I’d want to carry my child other than this petite fighter with a heart of fucking gold and the soul of an angel.