Stepbrother: Instant Spark (Stepbrother Billionaire Romance) (Stepbrother Romantic Suspense) by L.A. Pierson

but it’s really got nothing to do with me.”
    Charlene rolled her eyes again and then fixed Georgie with a contemptuous glare, throwing back her blonde hair over her shoulder angrily and exposing a tattoo of a pin-up girl on her neck. “You think I’m jealous, is that it?” she demanded scornfully. “Let me tell you something, sweetheart. I could have any guy I wanted so there is no way I’m jealous of some chubby wannabe who’s managed to buy a leather jacket. Charlie will be done with you by the end of the summer. You’re a little plaything to him. I am not jealous of you. I don’t like you because I think you’re a two-faced snake in the grass with her own agenda. I don’t know what it is yet, but you step one toe out of line and you’ll hear it from us.”
    Georgie gave up and held up her hands despairingly. “I tried.”
    She returned to where Charlie was sitting with the others at a table in the corner and sat on his knee with a sigh. He wrapped an arm around her waist and looked up at her with concern.
    “Has she said something else to you?”
    “I tried to straighten things out, but she doesn’t want to hear it.”
    “Charlene’s not the sort to forgive and forget. She’s a spoiled little girl. She only rides with Jimmy in the hopes it’s going to make me look twice, but I wouldn’t touch her again with a barge pole.”
    Charlie thought that he’d go unheard as the others had been deep in conversation, but suddenly Jimmy looked up from the other end of the table and his teeth formed a vicious snarl.
    “What did you say about my girl?”
    Charlie held up his hands defensively. “Sorry, Jimmy. I meant nothing by it.”
    Jimmy threw his chair out and stood up with his hands curled into fists at his side. “You think that I’m only capable of picking up your sloppy seconds, is that it? I can’t get my own women, is that what you’re trying to say?”
    Charlene noticed the commotion and she grinned widely to see that a fight was starting and she might at last have a chance to see Georgie dropped at the side of the road. She came to join in the argument and egged Jimmy on.
    “She was trying to stir shit up, Jimmy. She thinks she’s all that.”
    “You want to come in here and talk trash about my girl when you’ve been riding with that journalist whore who’s only here to get into your head and write her silly stories?”
    Charlie could feel that the situation was escalating and after a quiet moment of sitting there, calmly deliberating his options, he also rose from his chair and looked Jimmy straight in the eye.
    “Your girl has had everyone here and you know what? You were the very last one to give her a ride. Talking about my sloppy seconds? She’s had ‘em all.”
    Even Georgie gasped to hear him throw fuel on the fire like that and she tugged at his arm in the hope of drawing him away from the fight.
    “Charlie! Don’t say anything else.”
    Charlie held her back. “Stay out of it, Georgie. You know what? I’m sick of this. You’ve all been giving me shit ever since we left Darton and I’ve had enough. If anyone’s got anything to say to me, they can say it to my face.”
    One by one, the other bikers began to rise from their seats and began to step away from the tables until a ring had formed in the middle of the bar with Charlie and Jimmy at the center and Georgie and Charlene at their sides.
    “Yeah, I’ll say it,” Jimmy hissed. “You’re trash and so is that little slut of yours. Mickey was the one who had your back, but I guess he’s not here anymore, is he?”
    That was it. Charlie was the first one to throw a punch this time, but unlike the bar brawl back in Darton where everyone was fighting everyone; this was very much a case of five against one. Charlie managed to get a few good throws in and gave Jimmy a black eye and another a split lip, but it was him who was ultimately left the worst for wear and when the others finally decided they were done, they got up