War huffed out a laugh, following me out of my room. We’re good. We’ll always be good, but he’s right. I intend to stay far away from his sister. She is a complication I don’t need. I have enough on my plate to be worrying about her too. That’s War’s job. Not mine.
As far as I’m concerned, Waverly isn’t here, and I will make sure I’m wherever she’s not.
If it kills me.
Chapter 5
My eyes snapped open, jolted out of sleep. Disorientated for a second, I glanced around, not remembering where the hell I was. The murky light shining through the curtains told me the sun hadn’t fully risen.
Another yell and a crash sounded from below, reminding me of the nightmare I found myself in. The room itself was basic, still like an old motel room. The bed was new though, and the sheets were clean. I’d dumped my bags by the closet, not bothering to unpack. I didn’t intend to be here long enough for that.
It had taken an age to get to sleep, despite how tired I was. I’d called Declan to let him know I was safe, but was too tired to linger on a call, promising I’d speak to him tomorrow. Of course, it didn’t help I’d heard Hudson fucking some slut up against the wall next to my room. I’d paced and raged once Warren left and I’d locked the door, angry and confused and, if I was being honest, hurt.
He did it on purpose. He wanted me to see him with her. That was his MO, after all. As much as it hurt to see, I should have known to expect it. What I hadn’t expected was him blatantly throwing it in my face, making sure I heard everything. The first thing I intended to do when I saw my father was get him to put me somewhere else. It was bad enough seeing the debauchery Blade was involved in last night. I did not need to liein a bed I didn’t want to be in, listening tohimscrew anything with a vagina.
There was more crashing and the sound of shattering glass. I pulled the door open, peering down the hall. The door opposite opened and my brother exited, dragging on his cut, looking annoyed.
“Go back in your room,” he told me, storming towards the stairs.
Fuck that, I followed him.
“You heard him.”
I ignored Hudson too and dashed past his open door before he could think about trying to stop me. He cursed, and I heard him coming after me, so I picked up the pace.
“Dammit Waverley,” his hand snagged my t-shirt, but I twisted and wiggled out of his grasp and leapt down the last two stairs, rounding the corner into the common area.
I ground to a halt, eyes wide at the scene. Not expecting me to have stopped so abruptly, Hudson crashed into my back, almost knocking me down. His hands went around my stomach to stop me face planting. I pushed his hands off and moved away. If he thought he could manhandle me, he had another think coming. He held my arm, though, and tugged me backwards.
“Watch it,” he indicated to where my bare feet almost stepped on broken glass. Once he let go of me like my touch burned him, he moved away.
I pushed away any thoughts of him caring if I got hurt and looked at the commotion. An unexpected laugh burst out of me. Three grown ass bikers stood in the corner, caged in, trying to figure out how to get in the middle of the fight. Blade was still drunk, swaying and looking confused.
A prospect I didn’t know had his hands on his head, pulling at his hair so it stuck up all over the place, and an older guy I recognised but forgot his name, was bouncing forward and back, his hands held in front of him, trying to decide who, or where to grab first. Everyone else looked as amused as I was.
“Body slam her, War.” Someone shouted, followed by raucous male laughter.
“Hell,” Hudson muttered, moving around me as Warren stepped into the fray and grabbed the blonde around the waist.
He lifted her off her feet, but she was like a wild cat, legs and arms flailing, unwilling to be dragged away. The dark-haired girl sat on the floor by a broken table, glass strewn everywhere. Her hair weave had been ripped out of her head, and hung over her shoulder, still attached by a few stretched out stitches, which had to hurt like hell. Blood ran down her face and her dress was torn, one breast hanging out on full display.
“A little help,” Warren snarled at Hudson, but his best friend just crossed his arms over his chest.
“Looks like you got it handled,” he smirked.
Warren got the girl in his arms under control. He was furious and if the girl had any sense, she’d stop trying to break away.
“Watch it,” Blade shrieked, causing more male laughter at his drunken display, but he was warning Warren about the downed girl as she lunged at them, nails clawing at the other woman’s face, her teeth snapping. She got a good grip on the other girl’s hair and tried to rip her from Warren’s grasp.
I’d seen fights before, men with fists flying and girls slapping each other, but this was a full-on bitch fight. There was pure rage on her face as she punched the blonde in the gut. I was tempted to cover my ears from the screeching. God knew how Warren hadn’t burst an ear drum.
Warren spun away so his back was to the other girl, and I realised it was the slut with Hudson last night. Couldn’t help but wonder what caused the fight. Was it Hudson? I folded my arms across my chest, less shocked and despite myself, almost cheered on the dark-haired girl as she kicked out.
Her bare foot hit Warren’s arm and the look he gave her would have made grown men shit their pants. Finally, Hudson stepped in, the amusement going out of the situation now the VP had been hit.
He grabbed the dark-haired girl around the waist and shoulders, effectively pinning her arms to her sides, walking her backwards as he told her to stop.
“Calm the fuck down!” Warren roared.
