“Don’t think so highly of yourself. You’re the last person I’d want to put my hands on.” A lie, funny enough. Unfortunately, I’ve got a weakness for pretty women, and despite her hideous attitude, Raven is gorgeous.
The only reason no one has claimed her as their old lady is because she’d cut their cock off if they got near her.
“Until the president says otherwise, you’re mine, little bird. So, you might as well—”
In a blur, she swipes the bottle and almost gets me again. Fucking hell. Talk about a wild animal with this one.
I may have bitten off more than I can chew. This’ll be fine. Just like those preparing to defend the club and earn their patch through violence, I’ll be earning mine through survival. I can only hope this woman doesn’t own any real weapons, or else I may genuinely be in trouble.
2
Raven
This is bullshit.
Behind me, Jinx hums to fill the heavy silence. He doesn’t know how to take a hint. While I get that he can’t go and disobey a direct order, does he really need to sit at the bar? He was completely fine where he was, with his buddies. Far away enough that I could pretend he didn’t exist.
“What’s the sour face for?” Leaning against his propped-up hand, he watches me shamelessly. Doesn’t even try to hide the way his eyes flick down to the soles of my boots before slowly dragging back up. Like a dog who’s spotted a juicy T-bone steak.Disgusting.
Shooting a glare in his direction, he doesn’t even bat an eye. Unless I have something sharp pointed at his jugular, he feels safe. If he thinks he can treat me like those women who swarm around him, he’s got another thing coming.
I don’t see him as some charmer. He’s a pain in my ass.
Ignoring his question, my eyes drift over to my sister. While I’m here suffering, she looks so happy to be watched over by Judge. Even now, she’s smiling so big, I’m surprised her face doesn’t hurt.
To her, this is a fantasy come true. She’s been crushing on the guy since day one, so I can only imagine what’s going on in that head of hers. She’s… happy. Meaning, I should be happy, too.
Taking in the older male, I see he’s relaxed around her. That’s how it’s always been between the two. A match made in heaven, I guess.
“How come you worry so much about her all the time?” Jinx’s voice is closer this time, and I realize he’s dared to cut the space between us shorter. “It’s not just her. You’re always so sweet to all the women, but us poor men? It’s like we’re chopped liver.”
Gritting my jaw, I glare at him. “Yes, youpoormen.”
It’s these ‘poor’ men that cause all the sweetbutts to come crying to me when their hearts are broken because some of these guys refuse to settle. A lot of them just want to have a fun time, not giving a damn about how the other person feels. I’ve had to take care of women beaten and bruised who found their way to the club. And with what happened to my sister when we were younger…
Yeah, I don’t have much compassion for them, I’m afraid to say.
He arches a brow at my glare, probably trying to figure out what I’m thinking. With him, I’m going to have to spell it out to him to get it through his thick skull.
“I think you’re a pig, that’s why I don’t like you.” Hardly hesitating to tell him the truth, I don’t try to save his feelings. Most people here think I’m a bitch anyway, and that’s a status I don’t want to give up.
If I’m not liked, then I don’t have to worry about anyone trying to get close to me.
His mouth quips up even higher, that smile of his feeling more like a taunt than anything else. Knowing him, he’s probably debating what I’ll do if heoinksat me.
Hardly looking insulted, he taps his fingers against the wooden surface. Pausing for the longest time and teasing me with blissful silence, he makes the poor decision to open his mouth again. “Is it jealousy?”
I sputter. “What in the hell do I have to be jealous about?”
His smile curves into a smirk. “Well, I get laid all the time. Like, every weekend guaranteed. I could go talk to the girls now, and one of them would want to sneak off, you know?”
Staring at him, I watch as he cockily compliments himself. Listening to every other word, I squint and try to see it.
Rosie’s a big fan of his. Aqua, too. Many of the women who dominate Lacey’s, really. Maybe I could ask them what the deal is. If he talks in bed as much as he does now, I pity his partners. I’d want to staple his mouth shut.
Realizing that my curiosity is running a little too thick here, I focus on him, still talking about himself. Jesus. Is he trying to convince me that he’s worth my time?
I don’t think I’ve ever thought about giving myself to anyone here. Well, maybe once or twice with some of the less frequent members, but nothing serious enough to follow through.
