her shit don’t stink, huh?” Bates drawls. “What exactly did you think was going to happen when you rocked up to the Carnage clubhouse looking like that? You came here to fuck, so let’s fuck.”
I take a step back, bumping into the guy behind me, making Bates smile predatorily.
“If you don’t want my dick, then you can get the fuck out. Nobody’s stopping you, sweetheart,” he patronizes.
Christ, this guy thinks he’s all that. I look him up and down, letting him know I find him lacking. He might be smoking hot on the outside, but his personality makes me want to set him on fire. I shrug, showing him I’m not bothered in the least, even if that’s not true. I didn’t come here to fuck. I’m not pimping myself out for protection. Am I disappointed? Of course, but if this is what I have to put up with, I’ll pass. I’ll find somewhere else to hide out.
I turn to leave, but Bates’s hand wraps around my wrist, stopping my movements. “Don’t come back. We have no use for frigid little bitches.” He snorts. “We like our meat a little more tender.”
Meat? Is he fucking serious? A red haze falls over me, temporarily making me forget where I am and who I’m dealing with. The Reign who is trying to keep a low profile immediately gets pushed aside for the Reign who reacts before she thinks.
I yank my wrist free and poke a finger into his chest. “Funny, I like my meat a little longer than three inches,” I snap.
A wheezing, hacking sound of someone choking behind me distracts me long enough for Bates to wrap his hand in my hair and yank my head back. Not enough to hurt, but enough to immobilize me.
“Tut, tut, tut. If I were less of a man, that hit might have hurt my pride. Now I guess I have something to prove, huh? If you wanted to see my cock, all you had to do was ask. Do you have any more hits you want to get in before your mouth is too full to speak?” he purrs, making him sound like a lion ready to pounce.
“Only one,” I reply, and he loosens his hold a little in surprise. I take the only option left to me, I swing my arm up and punch the fucker in the face.
He’s so surprised he slips off the step and lands on his ass. Everyone around me freezes, but not me. I’m down the steps and halfway to the gates before I find myself airborne and tossed over someone’s shoulder.
I wiggle and beat at the back of the person holding me, calling them all the names under the sun. I even invent some new ones, before I find myself back on my feet, right way up once more. I stumble for a moment as the blood in my head tries to figure out which way to go, losing my option to run when two arms band tightly around me.
“This one,” the guy holding me says bizarrely.
“This one what, Priest?” Saint asks, reaching down and holding out a hand to Bates, who is looking at me like he wants to peel the skin from my bones. I watch with satisfaction as he swipes at the blood running from his nose.
“We made a deal, Bates,” the guy responds, ignoring Saint’s question. So the guy holding me is called Priest, and although he might look godly, he’s clearly insane. Figures.
“The one who knocks you on your ass is the one. This is her,” he continues, making me frown.
“Jesus, you make it sound like you’re going to give me a ring and send me to Mordor or something. Just let me go, you big oaf.” Surprisingly, he does, which makes me stumble yet-a-fucking-gain, and what do you know? This time I end up in Bates’s arms, his bloody face looming down at mine.
Ignoring the fierce scowl on his face, I take in the steady stream of blood and sigh as my conscience kicks in. “You should really ice that. Look, I’m sorry, okay? Just let me go and I’ll get out of your hair. Derek has clearly lost his mind.”
“Derek? Is that your boyfriend?” Bates questions with that infuriating mocking tone in his voice.
“You know, you really should be nicer to me when my knee is this close to your balls,” I remind him. I realize rather quickly I should have kept my mouth shut when I find myself tossed