Rage and Yak were shooting pool to my left. Beast, Liar, and Vamp were sitting at the bar having a drink. I turned to the right and caught sight of Rafferty, or rather his back.
A set of female hands were linked behind his neck and a slim blonde woman stood in front of him.
Jasmine leaned so close to me her bicep touched mine. “That’s Bianca, she’s Laura’s daughter.”
I’d heard bits and pieces of stories about Laura, one of the few club bunnies who hung around longer than the others.
Rafferty’s hands hung by his side, then Bianca lowered her hands to grab his and put them on her waist.
“You aren’t going to stop this bitch?” Jasmine asked.
“Not yet,” I whispered.
“Maybe I should go over there.”
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
Suddenly Bianca pushed up against Rafferty and managed to turn him around so she could push him onto one of the nearby couches. He’d pulled his hands from her hips, but had a surprised expression when he found himself seated.
His eyes darted past her and locked with mine. A remorseful expression stole over his face. He started to shake his head, but I waved a finger at him.
I didn’t think I was the jealous type. Not only was that no longer true, but also I intended to teach this girl a lesson.
Her blonde hair was in a high ponytail, and she wore a crop top with skin-tight denim shorts. She settled herself on his lap, oblivious to anyone else in the room. Just as she lowered her face to kiss his jaw, I wandered up behind her.
“Don’t do this,” Rafferty said.
I didn’t know if he was talking to me or Bianca.
She still hadn’t sensed my presence. “Why not?” she said against his jaw.
I fisted her ponytail and yanked her head back.
She gasped and her eyes were wide as saucers.
Once she focused on me, I spoke. “Why not? Because he’s taken. Now, get off my man.”
I let go of her hair, but kept my angry gaze on her.
She stood and sneered at me. “There’s no need to be such a bitch. You could have just told me.”
Rafferty knifed off the couch and towered over her. “Apologize. Now.”
Bianca’s lip curled. “What? She needs to apologize to me. That hurt.”
Rafferty leaned forward. “She isn’t a bitch. Now apologize.”
Defiance lit her expression. “No. You can’t do anything to me if I don’t. You’re just a prospect.”
The air around us felt electric with Raff’s anger. “She’s the daughter of a club officer, and you think you can disrespect her? Fuck, no. I may be a prospect, but I’ll be sure the officers get the memo, and you’ll be barred from the clubhouse.”
“Permanently,” a gruff voice said.
I turned to see Rage standing behind us, his arms crossed, feet shoulder-width apart, and nearly as much anger on his face as Rafferty’s.
Oh, dear.
I swung my gaze back to Bianca, but she was staring at Rage.
