“Red –”
“Step back!” I screeched, shoving at him, he did the rocking thing again but I got no shot to get away so I was stuck. Therefore I did the only thing I could. I fought my corner (as it were). “In there,” I raised an arm straight out to the side, pointing in the direction of Tabby’s room before I poked him in his chest with my finger as best I could in the room allowed, “you made it clear where I stood. Your brunette,” I snapped and his face got hard, “also made it clear where I stood and where she stood. And I don’t like where I’m standing, Tack, so you need to let me go!”
“What’d that bitch say to you?” he growled.
“Nothing I care to repeat. Now let me go.”
“What’d she say?”
“I answered that.”
“Tyra, babe, what… did… she… say?”
“You can repeat your question over and over, Tack, but this is going to end one way. Me leaving. So give me one last thing, let’s avoid the scary biker dude hassle before I go.”
“I see you’re pissed, Red, but we can’t work this shit out unless you talk to me so I know what the f**k I’m dealin’ with.”
“This is not a problem seeing as we don’t have anything to work out.”
I watched him suck breath in through his nose at the same time watching him get control.
And I knew he had control when he whispered, “Baby,” his hand slid up to wrap around my ear, “we been through this. You don’t get to decide that.”
“Wrong again,” I whispered back, staring him straight in the eye.
Tack ignored that and went back to our earlier topic.
“What’d she say to you?”
“Step back.”
“What’d she say to you?”
“Step… back,” I hissed.
His control slipped and he bit back, “What’d that bitch f**kin’ say to you?”
Right. He wanted to know? I’d tell him.
“We enjoy a tag team with you and, seeing as I’m your old lady, I get your c**k or your mouth. In my oh-so-elevated position as a hanger-on of the Club, I get to choose.”
“Fuck, darlin’, she’s f**kin’ with your head,” he stated dismissively.
“She says you like it like that.”
His brows shot together. “Say again?”
I didn’t say again. I shared further.
“And she said she should know since she gave it to you like that.”
“She said she gave it to me like that?” he repeated after me.
“Yep.”
“She said she gave it to me like that.” This was a statement, not a question, but it was still a question, just a question that was a whole lot scarier.
Scary or not, I still answered, “Yep.”