Wreck Me Forever - Lila Rose Page 0,79
doors where Duck had been dragged out. “But I don’t want anyone hurt for being themselves.”
Country shook his head. “If that’s how he thinks normally, then he fuckin’ doesn’t deserve to be in this club. We’re loyal and deal in respect for all members. His soul is tainted with ugliness. I don’t want that shit to rub off on the club. That’s not what we’re about. Jesus, kid, not in this day and age. People need to grow the fuck up.”
Lucas’s sudden burst of laughter even startled himself. He covered his mouth. Then he removed it and said, “Some just aren’t smart like you, Country.”
Country chuckled. “Ain’t that the truth. Now, let’s fuckin’ party and put the ugly behind us.” He patted Lucas on the shoulder and stepped up to the bar.
My gut twisted in delight when Lucas moved into me, his shaky hands resting on my hips. Finally, I relaxed. He looked up at me and whispered, “Sorry for jumping in like that.”
I shook my head. “Never apologize. I’m fuckin’ damn proud of you for stickin’ up for me, but also yourself.”
He grinned up at me. “Thank you.”
A couple of hours later, Lucas was slapping the bar as he tilted his head back and laughed from something Tech told him. I’d been standing away, talking with Death and Saint, but he wasn’t far from my sight. It was good to see him having fun with some brothers. So far, Duck had been the only cunt who had started shit. The others had taken it in stride when Lucas and I had got close and shit. Hell, some even spoke to us when I had Lucas leaning against my front and an arm across his chest.
It made me feel good. Fuck, it felt like everything was as it was supposed to be in life, and usually, I wasn’t someone who thought crap like that, but I did, and it was because of Lucas.
My Lucas.
Someone chuckled beside me. A swift thump in the shoulder followed, and I glared at Death. “Brother, you’re not listenin’ to anythin’ we say. Go get your guy and take him to your room. Maybe then we can actually have a fuckin’ convo.”
“Jesus Christ, you know I’m cool about you bein’ with my brother, but do not fuckin’ talk about them in any bedroom in front of me. That’s my kid brother.”
I chuckled. “Who I’m gonna take to my room,” I told him, smirking. He gave me the finger and stalked off while Death laughed. I quickly made my way over to Lucas, Tech, Kylo, and Torch.
They all stared at me, grinning.
“What?” I asked.
Kylo snorted. “We told him it wouldn’t be long before you were over here, draggin’ him away from all the looks you were givin’ him.”
I shrugged and held my eyes on a blushing Lucas. “They were right.” Reaching out, I took his hand and led him away from the taunting group.
“Torch wouldn’t say what happened to Duck. Do you know?” Lucas asked.
I did, and I wasn’t sure Lucas needed to know or really wanted to know. I worried he would see us as bad people. I stopped in the hall, turning into him. I took a breath. “You know who we are, yeah?”
His head tilted to the side as he looked up at me. “What do you mean?”
“My brothers and I, we’re bikers. We live different, have our own set of rules, and we’d die by them.”
He swallowed. “Um… okay.”
“He disrespected you, me, and the club. He needed to pay.”
He nodded. “Honey,” he whispered. “You can tell me anything. I know you disappeared for a while. I’m not stupid.” He lifted my hand up and ran a finger over my knuckles. “You went out and saw him with Country. I just need to know if I need to prepare myself to lie to the police or not. How far did it go?”
I could see the trace of concern in his eyes, but he also had trust, and him holding onto me told me so much more than anything.
Fuck me.
Fuck, fuck me.
He was damn perfect.
I crowded him, pushing him back into the wall. “He’s alive, kicked from the club, but alive.”
He ran his hand up my stomach, my chest, and cupped my neck. “Okay, Wade. Now, can you show me your room… I presume we were heading there?”
“Fuck yeah, we are,” I growled low, and then shifted back to pick him up over my shoulder. He let out a squeal, and I slapped his ass