“So whose foot was it, eh?” Viper asks, with a raised brow and a grin.
“It was me,” Axle says, winking at Viper.
“I always knew you wanted me,” Viper shoots back, blowing a kiss in Axle’s direction.
“You’re not a man till you’ve had a man,” Axle says seductively, and we all laugh at the two idiots.
I listen to the general club chatter until Mercedez comes out and stands next to me. She holds out her hand like she has something to give me. I put my hand out, and she drops an earring into my palm. My heart races. I slam my hand closed. It’s Milly’s. I glance around the table. None of the guys saw it. Mercedez’s face is pinched. I don’t want her to say anything in front of anyone, so I stand up.
“Can I talk to you for a moment?” I whisper-yell.
She gives me a stiff nod. I lead her through the house and up the stairs to my room for privacy. After she walks in, I close the door.
My eyes narrow into slits. “What are you doing?”
She crosses her arms. “No, what areyoudoing with Milly?” She gives me a death stare.
This is the drama I dread. “What do you mean?” I act dumb.
“So her earring just happens to fall off in your bed?”
Oh shit! Panic strikes in my chest. “What were you doing in my room, anyway? I told you I wanted to sleep by myself.”
She frowns. “But I wanted to sleep with you.”
“You’re not listening to me. I don’t want to be a dickhead to you, but if I tell you I want to sleep by myself, I mean it. You don’t get to come in whenever it suits you.”
“I could any other time before Milly came to the clubhouse.”
She’s figured it out. “It’s got nothing to do with anyone else—it has to do with you not listening to me,” I say.
She studies my face. “Are you sleeping with her?”
“No!” I answer defensively.
“Sure sounds like it.” She laughs coldly. “You’d get killed, all for her?” Her voice softens at the end.
I’d like to think Reaper won’t kill me, but it’s not completely off the table, I guess. “We’re not sleeping together,” I reiterate.
She rushes me and pushes at my chest, making me take a step back. “You’re a liar!” she barks.
“And you need to calm the fuck down! I can get you kicked out for touching me like that.”
Her face and shoulders drop. “I’m sorry.” She steps over to me again and wraps her arms around me. “It’s just the thought of you and her—it drives me crazy.”
Alittlebit of guilt hits me.
“This is my home,” she cries. “Please don’t say anything. I won’t touch you like that again, I promise. The club is all I’ve got.”
I rub her back. “Okay, okay, I won’t.” I hate it when women cry. “I’ve got stuff to do for the club. I’ve got to go on the computer.”
She inches back, wiping away her tears. “Okay. You say nothing about me pushing you, and I won’t say anything to Reaper about why his sister’s earring was in your bed, because that discussion won’t end well for you.”
I move away from her, curling my lip in disgust. The audacity to threaten me. “Get out!”
She leaves.
I just got whiplash. Were those tears fake? That woman is crazy! How did I not see this before? A ripple rolls down my spine. All it would take is to piss her off and she’d snitch to Reaper. But is she willing to risk her life here if I tell the club she laid hands on me? I don’t think I want to take that risk. I clench my hand. This is bullshit!
