Bull by Naomi West

I claimed my dead brother’s woman.

She was begging for my help.
So I made her beg for her release.
But the girl comes with baggage…
My brother’s baby in her arms.

XANDER

I’m drowning in booze and sorrow.
I know that this is killing me.
But the thing is, I just don’t give a damn.
I’ll either drink or f**k myself to death, whichever comes first.

After all, what’s the point of carrying on?

Those motherf**kers stole my brother’s life in a stupid bar fight.
Petty. Reckless. Dumb.
But that’s the outlaw way, isn’t it?
Life is cheap out here.
And I’m the only one left who cares about Arsen’s death.

At least, that’s what I used to think.
Then she knocked on my door.

I thought it was the liquor making me hallucinate.
This delicious girl, with curves for days and a glimmer in her eyes that gets me rock hard…
What could she want here? With me? A degenerate biker?

Then I saw what she was holding, and I understood.

Kayla is my brother’s ex and the mother of his baby.
She needs my protection.
She’s desperate.

Well, that makes two of us, sweetheart.
Because I’m dying to see what you look like…
When you’re on your knees, begging me for more.

KAYLA

I can’t help thinking this is wrong.
But I don’t have a choice.

Because I have nowhere else to turn.
And with a baby to feed, I can’t afford to hold out for something better.

Besides, there’s a little voice, deep in the back of my head, whispering ugly truths.
Telling me that I like this – submitting to my ex’s brother.
It’s saying I love being his pet, his toy.
It’s saying that I’ll keep it up, for as long as he wants, as long as he keeps me and my baby safe from harm.

Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this.
Maybe I shouldn’t be sleeping with this bull, this beast, this animal.
But I’m addicted to the biker.
And every time I open my mouth, the same words come rushing out before I can stop them:

I need more, more, more.