Patriot (Hades Abyss MC 6) - Harley Wylde Page 0,11

more things again. Like the holidays. I’d even carved a pumpkin this past Halloween. It hadn’t looked all that amazing, but I’d had fun, and Patriot had made sure he lit the candle inside it every night. Until it had rotted and had to be tossed out.

“The grown-ups are talking,” the blonde said, narrowing her gaze in my direction.

Patriot reached over, gripped my folded arms and tugged me against his body. He lowered his head and pressed a kiss to my lips. When his tongue flicked my bottom lip and I opened for him, he deepened the kiss, and I heard the blonde’s shriek of outrage. As a fire settled in my belly, the world fell away. It felt like I was tumbling head over heels. Freefalling. Patriot gently bit my lip and drew back, a slight smile curving his lips.

Something cold and wet hit my face, my eyes going wide as whatever it was slid down my cheek under the neckline of my sweater. Patriot slowly turned to face the woman, fury blazing in his eyes.

“You have to the count of three to apologize to her and get the fuck out of my sight,” he said.

The blonde folded her arms and tipped up her chin at a stubborn angle. “No. I won’t stand here and watch you kiss her when we were having a conversation.”

Patriot took a step and then another, his body nearly shaking with anger. When he reached her, he gripped her arm so tight she winced and tried to pull away. Patriot shook her like a rag doll.

“I don’t owe you a damn thing. You’re a fucking club whore. Easy pussy. I didn’t invite you to my fucking house, and I damn sure won’t let you insult MaryAnne.”

I tugged my sweater away from my body and realized she’d thrown a slushie at me. Who the hell drank an icy beverage in the winter? I heard the pipes of a bike approaching and looked down the road. A slight smile spread across my lips when I realized it was Sean. No, Galahad. I didn’t know how long it would take me to remember he had a new name. I’d been here long enough to learn it by now.

He came to a stop at the bottom of the driveway, eying Patriot and the club whore before his gaze swung over to me. It only took him a moment to figure out what happened, or at least the part where she’d thrown her drink at me. My cousin got off his bike and approached Patriot.

“Why the fuck is my cousin wearing your drink?” he asked the club whore.

She simpered and batted her eyelashes at him. Did that sort of thing really work? I’d always assumed it was a Hollywood thing only done in movies and on TV. When my cousin didn’t relax even a little, and Patriot didn’t seem to calm down either, I realized her antics weren’t working on them.

“Bitch got mad I wasn’t paying her enough attention when MaryAnne came out,” Patriot said.

“He kissed her while he was talking to me!” The blonde stomped her foot and huffed out a breath. I hadn’t seen her around before and wondered if she was new. It wasn’t that I hung out with the club whores, or saw them much, but there were a few who tried to win over the bikers by cleaning up or offering to do laundry. But this one I hadn’t seen around before, not even coming or going from the clubhouse.

Sean looked at Patriot and they seemed to do that silent communication thing I’d noticed most of the club seemed to do. Even the old ladies had their own version. I didn’t think I’d ever be able to look at someone and talk to them without words.

“She needs to apologize to her,” Patriot said.

“He called me easy pussy.” The blonde looked spitting mad.

Sean snorted. “You are. A club whore is only good for spreading her legs, not running her damn mouth. You keep opening that pie hole and someone around here might shove something in there.”

I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh. She looked absolutely gobsmacked that he’d said such a thing to her. Anyone else and I’ve have been offended for them, and outraged. But Patriot had explained about the club whores and assured me they were there of their own free will. I knew she’d chosen this way of life, even if it did seem like she was here to land