“I am not your sweetheart, and I am not going anywhere with you, you fucking pig,” I snarled, letting the shock wear off and the anger take over.
His face morphed from its sleazy creeper look to indignant anger. He reached out and grabbed my arm again, squeezing tight enough to bruise. I struggled against him.
“Let me go,” I hissed. “Right the fuck now.”
“Come on, it’ll be like old times, you never fought me back then, remember?”
I started struggling again, trying to pull myself away, but he stepped into me, pulling me against his body, I baulked when I felt his erection against my hip. Without thinking about it, I reacted, and punched him in the stomach hard enough that he doubled over, his breath whooshing out.
“What the fuck, you bitch.”
He straightened up and went for me again like he was about to grab for me or hit me. I’d moved around him, so he was now facing the entire MC and hepulled up short.
He wouldn’t do anything where he could be seen.
No, Andrew Reinhart was a sneaky mother fucker who came at you in ways you weren’t expecting. He knew it would be a mistake to continue this here, in front of everyone.
I glared at him, challenging him to say something else to me. He laughed, his face looking a little crazed. As he stepped around me, he ran his hand down my arm, his fingers brushing the side of my breast.
“We’ll catch up,” he leaned to my ear. “Don’t you worry about that. I still have the pictures.”
Even though he walked away, the tension in my body didn’t lessen, not at that parting shot. I was catapulted back to that night. Not to the part where I got back to the compound and had the last piece of my heart broken but to what happened before I went home.
I looked up and saw Hudson staring at me. And, if looks could kill, I’d be dead on the ground.
Chapter 15
I pinned my eyes on Andrew Reinhart, watching the smug fucker making his way through the crowds. Whoever the fuck invited him was going to get their ass kicked.
I clenched the bottle in my hand so tight, it cracked, and I felt blood running down my palm. I didn’t feel a damn thing though.
“Hey, shit, Hudson,” War grabbed my arm. “What the fuck?”
“Let go,” I snarled.
War stared at me, shocked at the tone of my voice. He glanced around to see what I was looking at, but to him, nothing was out of place. I tossed the bottle aside but barely glanced at my hand. It didn’t hurt. There wasn’t that much blood. I’d fucking live.
Reinhart wouldn’t. I took a step towards him, but War grabbed me, demanding to know what the fuck was going on.
That was when I saw Waverley. She was hugging herself, her face as white as a sheet. Was she shaking? I started towards her, shaking War off me. In my head, I was raging. I wanted to go up to her and scream that I knew what she’d done.
Something about the way she was holding herself made me hesitate. She wasn’t even looking at me anymore, she wasn’t looking at anything, she’d gone… blank. Then she turned and ran.
What the fuck?
For a second, I wasn’t sure what to do. On the one hand, she’d just been confronted by the asshole she cheated on me with. If I had any sense, I’d say fuck her and go back to the party, but on the other, there was something about the way she ran.
I’d been watching her throughout the night, trying not to let anyone see I was staring at her. She’d been having fun, laughing with Rosa’s family, being playful with Connor. It was like old times, and I’d found myself smiling. She was barefoot again. I’d noticed that when she came out of the clubhouse.
I’d noticed a lot about her, like how her jeans clung to her, showing off her unbelievable ass, making me want to grab on to it. Her long hair was down, wild the way I’d always loved it. She’d seemed carefree until that asshole approached her. Until he’d touched her and whispered something in her ear.
I did something I never expected I would do, given what happened five years ago. I went after her.
Connor was standing by the swimming pool and for a second I faltered, not liking the way he was staring at the water, his face swirling with confusion and anger.
It was the look that Connor got when he was about to break. I was torn again, but War was coming. And not for me.
I lifted my chin to make sure he was okay dealing with Connor, and he nodded, making his way to his man, a determined look on his face as he quickened his pace.
