the guys out cold, another groaning and choking on his own blood next to him, while he straddles the last guy and beats on him.
My legs hold me up until the motorcycles park and Tomi comes stalking over, then I slide down the door until I’m parked on my ass on the gravel.
“The fuck happened, Law? Where the fuck was Mike?”
Law smashes his fist one last time and then stands, his chest heaving but other than a ripped shirt and bleeding knuckles he looks just fine. “He’s inside watching the floor. There’s been a big crowd tonight, no way I could grab him without risking the other girls.”
Rue curses and stalks inside The Boulevard without another word.
Speck spits on one of the guys as he passes. “Lemme guess. They wanted something that wasn’t for sale? I know Brandon, he’s a fucking piece of shit.”
Their words are all sort of… wrong as they make it to my ears. Disjointed, like they’re making their way through a tunnel to get to me.
Oh.
I’m in shock.
“Angel. Can you get up or do you need some help?”
I startle and flinch back at Speck’s voice but he doesn’t attempt to touch me or get too close. Just stands there and waits for my answer.
Law and Hellion start scraping the guys up while Tomi gets on the phone. “Yeah, we need a clean up. Three guys attacked one of our girls. Law walked in on it, dealt with it. Yeah… yeah, we’ll get her home safe. She’s not interested in your kinda help.”
That’s not exactly what had happened but I’m sure he has his reasoning for… tweaking the truth.
“I’m… I’m okay. I just need a minute.” My voice sounds hollow and kind of wrong in my own ears but Speck doesn’t comment, just nods and leans against the wall next to me.
“I’ll take you back to the clubhouse when you’re ready. It’ll be best to keep you close for the night, just in case. There’s a bunk room that you can crash in… or Tomi’s room, whichever you want, Angel.”
I nod and scrub my hands over my arms. I don’t want to be lost in my own head after this but, hell, the clubhouse is still freaking terrifying to me. I’d take a night with the cattiness of the strippers over the looks from the bikers there.
Tomi stalks over and pulls me to my feet, his eyes fucking furious as he takes me in.
“Help the others, Speck, I’m taking her home.”
The club is pulsing with music and laughter and life.
I’m instantly uncomfortable. The last time I was here I barely saw anything thanks to the warm beer and the crowd, but the entire bar area is freaking overflowing with bikers and women now.
There’s hands everywhere and as I walk through behind Tomi there’s more than one set of hands grabbing at my ass. I plaster myself to his back, trying desperately to keep away from the men, and when we finally make it to the hallway he glances down at me and snaps, “Why are you still fucking shaking?”
I roll my eyes. “Did you not just see the amount my ass got groped? Fuck, if I didn’t have shorts on I probably would have had fingers inside me thanks to your fucking brothers.”
His eyebrows draw down low. “Get your ass in there.”
Great.
He’s just been reminded that I’m a woman who sells her body on a fucking stage and now he’s pissed about wanting me again.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I ever keep my shit to myself? “Look, maybe I should just—”
“Angel. Get your fucking ass in my room before I throw you in there myself.”
It’s terrible and probably a sign of Stockholm Syndrome but that just sends a shiver down my spine, the deep growl just taking over my body until my nipples are peeking through my shirt and my thighs are clenching together.
Why does he just keep getting that response out of me?
Maybe it’s just my natural response to always being in danger around him, maybe my instincts have gotten all messed up and now all I know how to do is fuck or flight.
I’ve been choosing the second option for so long, the first one never really something I craved, so now I’ve found the man that has changed the response I’m kind of… scared. Scared about how much I think I want with him.