comment gets me knocked the fuck out because there’s no doubt in my mind he’s about to start swinging.
He catches up to me before I make it out of the hallway and says, “It’s not that fucking easy. There’s too much happening in the club right now to just say fuck it, and have her. What if a fucking war breaks out? That’s where we’re heading with the Demons.”
I can’t help but say it. “If a war breaks out and she’s not yours, that means she’s fair game. If you think for a second Grimm might come knocking to call his kid home then you need to fucking patch her.”
He doesn’t have the chance to argue as we get to the bar, the crowd already fucking rowdy as hell, and there’s too many ears around to keep this going. I head to the bar and get us both drinks, walking over to where Keely is fussing over Poe like she’s a fucking toddler.
“You’re so tiny, did they not feed you while you were gone?”
She laughs and shrugs. “I did some self-defense classes with my sister, learned eight ways to kill a man with my bare hands so I don’t think I’ve worked out so hard in my damn life.”
Rue’s eyebrows get all low and pissy so I cut the fuck in before he starts his shit. “So now you’re a badass and don’t need us watching out for you? Good to know, we’ll stop hanging around.”
She laughs, all sunshine and fucking rainbows, and nudges Trink. “No need for that, just letting you boys know I could kill you all in your sleep.”
Rue huffs out a breath and drains his glass. “Duly noted. You two stay outta trouble. The Shreveport charter are here and I don’t need to be starting a fucking war tonight.”
Keely frowns a little, casts me a look and I give her the slightest shake of my head. Nothing has happened just yet but Diego would do fucking anything to piss Rue off.
Unfortunately, he’s figured out Poe is exactly that something.
“Ugh, he’s looking over here. I need a drink to get me through this. Is my ban over or do I need to go sweet talk Speck?” Poe says with a cheeky grin and a flirty look at Rue.
I would rather fucking clean corpses up than stand around listening to this shit.
“Trink, don’t be an asshole. Just for tonight, sit your ass down and do nothing,” I say and walk away from them all, stopping long enough to kiss Keely’s cheek.
I don’t hang around to hear Trink’s reply because I know for sure she’s going to do whatever she can to fuck with me and the rest of the club tonight.
Growing up the only girl has made her intent on stirring up shit.
King and Hawk are already setting up for the night in their booth at the back of the bar, a sight I haven’t seen for so fucking long but it just feels goddamn right. Hellion is busy joking and talking shit with the Shreveport guys, the alliance he built with them the only thing stopping the war at the moment.
Luis has been trying to reach an agreement with Grimm for fucking years. Their borders run up against each other and there’s a helluva lot of overlap in how the heat treats them.
He’s spent some time in lock up with Demons and that just makes him suspect to me.
Axe tips his head at me when I get up to the bar, calling an order out to Speck for us both on his account. I take a seat with him, ready to get fucking wasted and forget all about Vic and his fucking bullshit.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad the asshole is dead.
But this opens up a whole new era of the Unseen Originals, one that means everyone needs to prove their fucking loyalty. I for one think we’ll be lucky to keep half the members.
Axe gets a look at me and nods. “Yup. This ain’t gonna be a good time so we better fucking drink while we can.”
I slap him on the back and take the whiskey from Speck, rolling my eyes at his dumbass story about his week at The Boulevard.
“Ain’t no fucking way the new girl made five grand with one dance, stop your bullshitting,” I say, cutting his fucking bravado off.
Looks like he’s fallen for some new side piece, so a regular fucking Thursday for him.