“Here, baby, here's a shot to help with the pain,” her overly high voice grates down my spine.
“Fuck off, Callie.” I grit out. Her hands with her painted nails flick past my face as I rip the bottle from her grip.
“Oh, Viper. Baby don't be like that,” she cooed sending bile rising up in my throat as her fake tittied ass sits down practically on my thigh. I shove her off me the contact causing my skin to ripple with disgust and Mrs H to look at me and her.
“Can't you see I'm working here,” she says eyeing Callie.
“Can't you see I’m trying to console my man,”’ Callie mouths her smart dirty mouth at Mrs H. My free hand places the bottle between my thighs lifting my hand up to her mouth I squeeze her cheeks tight forming an O with her dirty lips.
“I ain’t yours. You won’t speak to a woman of importance like that your disrespectful little bitch. The only thing your good for, Callie, is on your knees with club boys cum all over your fucking face.” pushing her dirty ass off the couch with force I drop my hands from her face “Now fuck off.” Her eyes widen as her cheeks flame red.
“Luca,’ Mrs H laughs out at me. Smiling at her I lean back taking a pull of the straight Jack. The burning down my throat is a welcome distraction from the burning in my arm. I shut my eyes, wait and think.
“There you go, son. All done.” I open one eye and look at her beautiful, round face.
“Thanks.” Shutting my eye again I dig deeper into my cut.
“Luca,” the melodic sound of her voice ruffles out as she cleans up and packs away her things. “Mmmmhmmmm,” not opening my eyes at all this time. “You have to go back there,” she says to me.
“Oh, no, I don't,” I answer back.
“Luca.” Her voice is clipped. Oooo, sensing a little annoyance I open my eyes “No, I don't. I’m staying right here. She's crazy mad right now and this is going to make it even worse, I can't. I'm not good for her.” I watch her wipe her hands on her apron.
“Luca, you are the best thing for her in this world. She needs a man who would kill his own shadow if it threatened what he loved.” Damn this woman. Why is she all wise and shit.
“She's heaven, Mrs H, and I’m hell.” Knowing that she doesn't see anything other than what Senna sees. Luca Warren.
“You’re her special kind of fire, Luca, and she’s your own special kind of hope. So, stop running.”
“You have to say that cause your practically like my grandma, but I’m in denial here. I'm standing off here. I'm not moving.” I snap out taking another drink as my head is hurting now.
“Luca Warren, you will get up right now. And you will stop running, you foolish boy.” Shit that's a tone I haven't heard from her sweet body before and it has me jumping to my feet.
“Hell, Mrs H, where did that come from. You’re like scary and shit.” She laughs at me, “GO,” she says, holding my one uninjured arm up.
“Jeez, fine.” I say backing away as she takes the bottle from my fingers
“Good cause that wound shouldn't be in vain. Either way, Luca, you’re stuck with her now. Club rules.” She laughs, slapping my ass as I roll my eyes at her.
“Love ya,” Mrs H, I holler over my shoulder
“Love you too, my boy.”
Pulling up to the safe house I couldn't even hear the roar of my Harley under me over the music blaring from the sound system. Fuck they are lucky this safe house is out on the outskirts of town. Neighbours wouldn't be so happy with two princesses throwing a full scale tantrum and, what did Flame call it, frat party.
Rolling my bike around the side of the house and into the shed not wanting to leave her out tonight for the drunken, lame ass schoolboys to play wanna be bikers. Oh fuck, that thought has me pulling my helmet and gloves off fast. School boys, drunk. Senna. Not happening.
Waking around the side of the shed there are people everywhere. Drunk kids and I mean kids like eighteen to twenty-year olds. The chicks wearing next to nothing. Shaking my head, I think their parents would be disgusted.
I am a biker, I'm a sinner and I'm bad to the bone, literally. Even I feel for these parents. Like they would give the club girls a run by the waythey are dancing, grinding, drinking and sucking dick tonight. Its looks like a clubhouse party and I suppose being brought up around the club and that way of life seeing that they have been pulling beers since the age of 10 they know just what to do.
Doesn't take me long to seek out Capone. His eyes are glued to Saylor as she dirty dances with some zit faced, preppy boy. Flame is leaning against the deck. His foot up behind him on the boards, a beer in hand and a scowl on his face giving the young fuck boy talking to Senna a death stare.
She's wearing a tight Ace of spades tank tied in a knot on the side exposing her taut stomach and cut out denim jeans looking all sexy and shit, with her flaming, red hair in a high as hell pony tail that has her hair falling in long ringlets down her back. Her eyes meet mine and she sucks in a deep breath. I see the hitch of breath in her chest as she looks me over. I offer her a nod as the boy steps into her putting his hand on her hip trying to pull her eyes back to him, but it’s mine they are locked with.
Her eyes roam over my body. My injured arm is hidden under my cut, laying across my chest. It throbs like fuck. The burning hot flashes zap through me from the bullet hole and the eyes of the fiery goddess standing metres away from me. The glow from the fire pit lights up her white skin and makes my cock move under the heavy denim of my jeans. Knowing that I can take her now has him begging for it. Tonight, though all I want is a hot shower, a stiff glass of Jack, a joint and sleep.
Tying the towel around my waist, my skin is still damp from the shower. The hot water was just what my body needed. Now it needs weed and Jack. Rolling a joint on the table in my room I look to my bedside lamp. It’s shining just a dull ember light through the room. Sucking in deep lung fills of the weed the pain begins to dull a little as it takes effect. Pulling my phone from my cut pocket unlocking it I scroll through my Spotify. The sound of the party is booming in full effect from outside and surrounds me. I need to just block it out, so I hit play on Imagine Dragons - Smoke and Mirrors. I let the music take over and I close my eyes, letting the buzz from the weed lull over me and the music take me away from the shit show that is this party outside.
