I give her a look and raise my brow. “Why do you think it would be me starting trouble?” I press.
“Because, Star, you carry knuckle dusters for fuck’s sake.” Maggie sighs, downing the last of her drink before waving her empty glass up in the air to signal a refill.
I press the palm of my hand to my chest and gasp in mock hurt. “I am offended.” Josie snorts a giggle. I flip her off, smiling.
“Just try and not get into a fight,” Alina warns.
“I promise I will not start a fight,” I swear. We continue drinking, laughing and dancing, and as I stand up to go to the toilet, a woman stumbles into me. “Easy,” I say, helping her stand up straight.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” she slurs.
My fist clenches tight at my side, but I take a deep breath. “Enjoy your drinks. Excuse me,” I say as politely as I can through gritted teeth and walk to the bathroom. On my way out, another woman stumbles and spills her drink all over my shoes. She laughs and doesn’t apologise.
Breathe in and breathe out. No fighting today.I mentally calm myself down before heading back to the table.
When I approach, Maggie points over to the entrance, and standing there looking thoroughly pissed off is the Black Hearts MC.
“Well, shit,” I mutter, looking away and ducking slightly.
“Er, Star,” Maggie mutters in a warning tone.
“What?” I hiss.
“Don’t be mad but—” She pauses. “Oh, fucking hell no!” she fumes, jumping to her feet. I turn to look over and see a woman with her arms wrapped around Cash, pressing her body up against him. He’s trying to remove her arms and push her away. The women are swarming them like sex-depraved perverts.
“Ladies!” I yell.
“On it,” Josie says, walking over.
“Rage will hold a bun to their head,” Dixie mutters as she jumps past me. I look over to see a couple of women approach Rage. He’s glaring at them; his face is set in stone with a clear ‘get the fuck back’ look on his face.
“We going to stand around, or are we going to claim our men?” Aline asks, coming to my side.
“Yeah, come on!” Belle chants, clearly a little tipsy.
“I can’t get in any fights. Well, I can, but I can’t get a mark,” Elsie joins in.
Rhea and Nova stand, too. “Come on, Star. You can’t let that stand. I mean, look at that woman. She’s close to touching Ghost’s junk.”
My furious gaze whirls to him, landing on his ice-cold eyes, which collide with mine. His arms are crossed over his chest, and the corner of his mouth is twitching up in a devilish smile as the woman’s hands roam over his body. My man’s body! He gives me a playful wink. The fucker wants me to react; to fight.
“Fine, but let it be known that I wasn’t the first to throw a punch,” I state as I reach into my pocket and slide Dusty on over my knuckles. I grin as I watch Maggie grab the woman by her hair and yank her to the ground. “Ladies. Time to let these horny fuckers know who these men belong to.” I grin, keeping my eyes on Ghost.
We stride through the bar, pushing anyone that gets in our way to the ground. As I get closer, I see the woman reach up and try to press her lips to his neck. Boiling hot rage ignites through my veins. I jump up onto one of the tables and launch myself at her, rearing my fist back as I fly through the air like a woman possessed. I collide with the woman and knock her to the floor, but before she has time to get up, I’m straddling her.
“What the hell?! Are you fucking crazy?!” she yells.
I smirk. “You have no fucking idea how crazy I am. Especially when it comes to women touching my man,” I seethe.
She swallows, clearly sobering up. “That’s your man?” she asks, stuttering. I nod yes. “Shit,” she breathes. “I’ve heard about you and the club. I just didn’t put two and two together,” she mumbles, covering her face. I sigh, feeling the anger leaving me. Damn it, why did she have to be decent?
I roll my eyes and remove Dusty. “Fine, I won’t kick your ass, but in the future, maybe keep your hands to yourself and check whether they are with someone else,” I advise. Getting to my feet, I hold out my hand to help her to her feet. She takes it, looking embarrassed.
I look around to see Dixie taking Rage by the hand and leading him away before he explodes and goes nuclear on them all. Maggie has some woman up by the throat while Cash tries to calm her down. Hap looks like he’s about to fuck Alina as they exchange quiet words. Hawk is standing back, smiling while Josie yells and points her finger in some woman’s face. Rhea is currently holding a woman back by her hair, and Belle has some woman on the floor, her heeled boot pressed against her neck. Even Elsie has hold of a woman, their arm twisted behind their back as she presses their face to the bar. I smile at all of them as pride fills my chest.
Suddenly, I feel his arm circle around my waist from behind before his body presses against my back. I sigh and lean my head back, relaxing into him. “Causing trouble every-fucking-where you go,” he says, mirth in his tone before he nips my lobe between his teeth.
I turn around in his arms to face him. “I think you will find that I, in fact, was the level-headed one here today,” I argue.
