Gus stood at the door, fuming with a rage he hadn’t felt before. He was so angry he couldn’t even think straight. Did Bianca honestly believe he would ever take her back?
It had taken everything in him not to strangle her where she stood. If he was armed, nothing would have stopped him from putting a bullet in her brain. As the MC’s President, he had faced his fair share of con artists, sociopaths and manipulative bitches looking for a free ride. He had almost given up on humanity until Nailah walked into his life like a goddess. She brought calm and peace to his chaotic world.
And now, someone had stomped all over that peace. No, not just stomped on it, ground it underneath their heels and pound it into dust. He wanted to break something, anything.
“Gus, calm down,” Nailah said, slid
