Turning, she goes to walk away, but I grab her hand, yanking her back to me. Her green eyes glance up at me. “I need a second,” she says, licking her lips.
The tenderness in her words makes me pause. I can only imagine what she’s been through. I know what Saint and Haidyn and I went through when Isabella trained us. The thought of what Eve must have endured at Dollhouse makes my chest tighten.
I reach up and cup her cheek, but she pulls away. This time I don’t stop her when she walks toward the hallway that leads to the restrooms.
I return to my seat. The moment I sit down, the guys start laughing. “What’s so funny?” I ask, wondering what I missed. Picking up my beer, I go to take a sip when Grant answers.
“Dude, please tell me you’re not chasing that.”
I pause, the drink against my lips. “What?” I ask, giving him a chance to rephrase what he just said before he pisses me off.
“Everett,” he announces, and the sound of her name on his lips makes my hand tighten on the cold bottle. “She’s a fucking whore.”
The friend sitting next to him, Porter, slaps his shoulder. “Whores get paid, man. She’s free.”
“Who cares who she’s slept with?” Spencer says. “She’s useless.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I slam the bottle down onto the table so hard that the beer foams over the top and onto my hand.
“He’s joking.” Porter laughs it off. “If you’ve got a wife, she’s the perfect kind of fuck on the side.”
I swing the beer bottle, meaning to hit him in the side of the head, but it’s slick from the alcohol, so I end up hitting the side of his face instead, knocking him back.
Spencer jumps out of the booth, grabs my shirt, and yanks me from my seat. He goes to hit me in the face, but I’m faster and ram my beer-covered fist into his nose.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Grant jump as he leaps onto my back. He slams me into the table. My arm knocks over a glass of beer. I grab a hold of it, spin around, and knock him on the side of the head with it.
A hand touches me, and I turn around, ready to swing, only to see Colt, Finn, Alex, and Jenks standing there. They break up fights, but they weren’t going to touch me.
“The fuck?” Tyson barks, heading toward me. The bartender caught it and called up to him. Fights happen all the time here. They’re always on the lookout. “Kashton,” Tyson growls, looking over at the three men bleeding and rolling around on the floor. “Get them the fuck out of here,” he barks at his minions.
“Where is she?” I snap, glancing around the club, trying to get my eyes to focus. The flashing lights make it hard to see.
“Who?” Tyson grabs my arm, but I yank it from his hold and storm toward the hallway that leads to the bathroom. “Kash, don’t?—”
I shove open the women’s restroom door, and two girls standing at the counter turn and scream when they see me rush in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Tyson growls, entering behind me.
A quick look tells me all the stall doors are open; she’s not in here. I spin around and leave as quickly as I entered.
“What in the fuck are you doing, Kash?” Tyson demands, running up behind me. “Do the guys know you’re here?”
I snort at his question. As if I need a fucking babysitter. Making my way to the back door, I walk outside and scan the parking lot for her car, but I don’t see it. She bailed. I wasn’t going to leave without her after that, but I can’t stay here now.
“Kash?” I hear Tyson call out. The bastard is still following me.
“I’m leaving,” I throw over my shoulder, walking up to my bike.
My adrenaline is running, my breathing erratic. Fuck, the fact that they even know her name pisses me off. How do they know her? Have they paidto fuck her? Did they rape her? I should have fucking stabbed them to death right there and then.
“Kash, wait?—”
Straddling my Ninja H2R, I turn it on, rev the engine, and squeal the back tire as I exit the parking lot. I need some fresh air.
I come to a stoplight and pull out my cell, connecting it to my earbuds, and “Wasteland” by 10 Years begins to play. When the light turns green, I take off, racing to get onto the highway.
The cool night air hits my face, and I weave in and out of the light traffic, not caring how fast I’m going. My cell ringing pauses the song a few times, and I know it’s my brothers. Tyson is the father we all deserved to have, but right now, he’s tattling on me. Calling Haidyn and Saint to fill them in on what I did.
