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Chapter 602 Tiggered
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Kissing your biker brother is part of biker culture because bikers are so macho and so male, it's a flex for them to kiss each other on the mouth. Jax didn't do the mouth kissing thing. That was more of a Bobby thing. If only he did, she could get Jax to kiss her, she would transform and then life would be perfect. If a non-brother tried that kissing stuff, it's going to end in an ass whipping or even death and that pervert guy wanted to kiss Jax. She could see it on his face. There was no way she was going to let that asshole near Jax.
She was feeling like herself finally after a couple of doses of magic mushrooms, but now that she'd found herself again, she wasn't going to have anymore. She didn't want to go back to those dark days when she didn't know who she was.
It felt so good putting a beatdown on that perv. If the guys hadn't arrived, she would have hurt him a lot more. The best part was when Jax looked at her and realized she was fighting for him. And Jax looked all blonde and muscular when he punched the guy she wanted to lick the sweat from his cheek.
She hadn't killed in several weeks. She thought maybe the mushrooms had taken the urge away or maybe killing women was just a phase she'd grown out of. Wrong. There was something about the Fiesta perv that awakened the killer deep inside her. The desire was back making her hot and itchy. All she could think of was killing a woman. She hated women. The younger and prettier, the deeper the hate.
After Louise, she'd promised no more, but why should she have to give up something that made her feel so good?
For a moment, she thought about killing the Fiesta pervert, but she'd killed men before and it just didn't provide the same type of physical release she craved.
Time to go hunting.