Thunder (Hell's Handlers MC #10) - Lilly Atlas Page 0,89

sat back down. “What do you care who I’m fucking and how I’m doing it?” he asked as he looked over at his brother, who used to be the biggest man-whore around. Hell, the guy still couldn’t settle for monogamy, having to find an unconventional relationship with a man and a woman.

As he lifted both hands in surrender, Screw laughed. “Hey, I’m not judging. I’m all for fucking any way you can get it. Just trying to help out a friend.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t need help with this. There’s nothing there to help.”

“Wasn’t talkin’ about you.”

A prickle of unease had Thunder narrowing his gaze at his club brother. “What?”

“Monty’s got a real hard-on for her. You should hear him. Sounds like a lovesick puppy dog, all slobbery and awkward.” With a wink, he shook his head. “Figure since you’re not gonna be tapping that on the regular, I might as well give her a nudge in his direction.”

It’s a trap. It’s a trap. It’s a trap.

The sliver of rationality in his brain screamed at him, but it was too fucking late. Screw’s words had bypassed his logic and hit him straight in the possessive, caveman portion of his mind. “The fuck you will,” he shouted as he hopped to his feet. Rage was instant, flowing hot and wild in his blood. The thought of Monty taking her out, touching her, tasting her had him in a murderous state. He’d lay that motherfucker out flat before he ever got close to Makenna.

Turning toward Screw, he advanced until he loomed over the man. “You have any idea how amazing that woman is? The shit she sacrifices to take care of five younger siblings? She’s working her ass off to keep them clothed, fed, buy their medications, and doing it all on her fucking own. She deserves the best there is, and you wanna push that bald motherfucking child on her? She’s has enough people to take care of. Doesn’t need some stupid ass prospect trying to stick it in the wrong hole and failing to find her clit. Christ!” He spun and stalked his way across the room as he raked a hand through his hair. Fucking Monty, of all people.

As his blood began to cool from the initial flash fire of rage, Thunder became aware of the fact Screw’s smirk had grown with each word that flew out of his mouth.

He groaned. Goddammit, he’d been played by a master.

Now he had to face the music.

Slowly, Thunder spun until he faced his brother. If he could have gotten away with it, maybe if Screw hadn’t been the club’s enforcer, Thunder might have smacked that smirk right off his smug face. “You are a piece of shit.”

“That I am,” Screw said with a loud laugh. “But damn, that was fun. You ready to stop bullshitting me now?”

With a frustrated sigh, Thunder dragged his feet back over to the couch. After he’d plopped down and swallowed the rest of his beer, he glared at Screw. “That shit about Monty true?”

Nodding, Screw said, “Some of it. He wants your girl, but he won’t step on your toes.” When Thunder gave him a dark look, he added, “And I didn’t encourage the kid. Swear it.”

“I gotta head out in about fifteen minutes.” He stared up at the ceiling, stomach cramping as it had been off and on all day. “I don’t feel right about it.”

“What? Makenna?”

“Nah, working tonight. Something feels fucking off, and it’s been eating at me all damn day.”

“Ahh. Because of Makenna.”

Thunder didn’t say anything, just watched the ceiling fan spin above him. Screw hadn’t been asking, more stating the obvious.

“You like her.”

He turned his head to look at his brother. “I like her.”

“And?”

“And I left her bed in the middle of the night because I like her. Because no woman deserves my fucked-up experiences with relationships. The shit I saw growing up? The relationships I grew up around? Fuck, no one needs to benefit from those lessons. I saw her today at Copper’s, and I acted like I hadn’t spent my night buried inside her. I let it slip that I was working a bachelorette party tonight. She didn’t say a word, but I swear to fuck it was like I’d snuffed out a light inside her.”

“Whoa, okay, brother, this is a lot to unpack.” Screw picked some kind of glittery ball from a bowl on the coffee table and began tossing it in the air. High energy fit the guy to a