I fight back my gag and can hear Axel snickering behind me. “Let’s all go sit down,” I say as I gesture to the large table.
She shrugs and moves over there with an exaggerated sway of her nonexistent hips. I shoot an unimpressed look at the guys and follow her.
She sits down and we all take seats away from her. She doesn’t like that, though. No, she moves and takes the seat right beside me.
“Listen, we just need to ask you a few things,” I tell her as I try to scoot away.
“Whatever you need, Rowan,” Jennifer purrs, her hand finding my knee and slipping higher toward my crotch.
Before I can even tell her to back off, Everly’s voice comes from beside us.
“Take your fucking hand off him.”
Jennifer looks up with a smirk. “Oh, honey. You must be a new club slut. That’s not how it works around here.”
Her words make Everly’s jaw clench. “I’m not a club slut. I’m his old lady. Now take your hand off my man.”
Jennifer laughs and stands in front of us. “We’ll see about that. He called me here, isn’t that right, Rowan?”
Jennifer barely finishes that sentence before Everly backhands her.
27
EVERLY
The back of my hand connects with Jennifer’s face and her head jerks to the left. Silence falls over the room. I just slapped someone.
I’ve never put my hands on someone before, but it felt good.She deserved it.I could see how uncomfortable she was making Rowan, but all these men are too good to ever lay their hand on a woman.So, it was my job as his old lady.
“She just hit me!” Jennifer splutters, her hand cupping her bright red cheek.
“You’re lucky that’s all she did,” Rowan grumbles as he moves to stand beside me, reaching out to flip my hand over. He checks me for injury and then pulls me to his side.
All the guys are watching, and a few of them look uncomfortable. They know Jennifer. Some of them probably know her better than me. She was a part of Rowan’s life. Will they think poorly of me for slapping her?
“Is everything all right over there, Rowan?” Cole asks as he rises from his seat.
“Yeah,” Rowan mutters. “Jennifer just doesn’t know how to keep her hands to herself.”
“Why don’t you guys come over here?” Grayson offers.
The club girls leave the room, and the rest of the members move to stand around the table.
“What’s going on, pres?” Nash asks.
“Jennifer might have some answers for us about the Devil’s Knights’ president.”
Jennifer’s face loses all its color, and her breathing picks up. “I’m not telling you shit,” she hisses.
“We could always force it out of you,” I warn her as I take a step forward, just to be forced back by Rowan.
“Easy, killer.”
“If she doesn’t want to tell us anything, we can’t exactly force it out of her,” Cole says as he pulls out a chair to take a seat.
“We could,” I grumble.
Axel smirks at me like he didn’t know I had it in me. Okay, I didn’t know I had it in me either, but this bitch brings out the worst in me.
