A real man would rather cut off his own dick than hurt a woman. Any woman.

“That’s not how I run things. If she’s not interested, find someone else who is.”

“Fuck you. She ain’t patched by anyone.” He choke-laughs. “Ain’t ever gonna be patched by anyone.”

As if being patched by this asshole would be some prize. “That’s not the point.”

“You want her, have at her.” His gaze skips to the space behind me. “You already got a hot—”

I cut him off by pressing my forearm against his windpipe even harder. “Don’t speak about my woman. Don’t even look at her.”

“You got…no right…to interfere.” He gasps out each syllable.

“No?” I tilt my head in Serena’s direction. “She’s under this club’s protection. I’m the president. That gives me the right. End of discussion.”

By now, we’ve attracted a bit of attention. A couple guys form a half-circle around us. Lilly slowly backs up, taking Serena with her, and Teller moves them away from the scene.

“No means no.” I raise my voice to make sure I’m heard by the other brothers. “Anyone who has a problem with that can leave their cut on the way out the door.”

Rooster steps up beside me, arms folded over his chest, and stares Shadow down. “As it should be, Prez.” His deep, rumbling voice doesn’t invite discussion or disagreement.

Shadow’s eyes widen. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? Have a bitch sign a form every time I want my dick sucked?”

I slam his back into the wall. “I expect you to not act like a scumbag.”

Again, I raise my voice. “This is a club for grown-ass men. Not a hideout for weak little boys. Real men do not hurt women. Period. Am I clear?”

“With all due respect, Prez, she’s a clubwhore.”

Scowling, I search the crowd for who uttered that bullshit. A younger brother, Tiny, I think, backs away under my glare.

“She’s a friend of this club. No one under our protection loses the right to say no because they walk in our front door.” I look around the room. “If anyone has trouble grasping that simple concept, you’re not fit to wear Lost Kings colors. Leave your cut on my desk and get out. Now.”

Jigsaw steps slightly away from the other brothers, the girl he was with earlier clinging to his arm behind him. “This shouldn’t even need to be said.” He glares at Tiny. “Why you looking so shocked, bro? You want to behave that way, go join the Vipers or a dozen other shitty MCs.”

Tiny shrugs and glances away. “Sorry, Prez,” he mutters.