Drew had kept my brother out of school without my permission.
I’d only just hammered on the door when it was pulled open by a surprised looking whore. She was already moving in to try and stop me when I almost knocked her off her towering heels. I heard Deeks mumble to let me go as I rushed through the already inebriated crowd and around the back corridor to Drew’s office, tearing through it until I reached his bedroom door.
I didn’t bother knocking. I burst inside and scared the shit out of a whore in the middle of a striptease, while my brother jumped from the bed like he’d been burned. Gripping the handle with every ounce of control I had, my eyes turned to Drew Tucker who remained lounging on his mattress, right beside where Tate had been.
“Tate. Go and get in the fucking car. Now!” I said without so much as looking at him.
He wasn’t about to argue. He knew me well enough to know I wasn’t fucking around, but Drew didn’t. He opened his mouth, his cocky smile worn with the confidence only he could exude. This was his house. His rules. I understood that and I still had enough sense to see that formidable side of him. The thing he was going to have to understand in that minute, however, was that Tate wasmybrother, and I was in a maternal mode that could move mountains. I flashed Drew a warning, begging him to not say something that would force me to contradict him. I didn’t want to undermine him in hishome, around his people. It would be disrespectful, but if he fucked with my family again, I would accept any consequence in order to defend them.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Drew
Ayda’s eyes held mine with a certainty I hadn’t seen there before. Her body was tight, her arms shaking with rage, and I was pretty sure she was doing everything she could do to stop her chin from trembling beneath that big mouth of hers.
The smile on my face just grew bigger while I stared back at her. There wasn’t much I loved more in life than a plan coming together. All day I’d spent around her snot nosed brother, taking him under my wing and telling him tales of the life that we lived around here. I was selling it to him like it was a damn cruise in the Caribbean. I’d filled his head with promises of topless women, endless beer, and the chance to exert some of that power I knew he held in his shoulders over something other than a football game.
And it had all been for that moment with Ayda.
Raising both brows at her as she stood in the doorway, I raised my beer bottle to my lips and took a slow, steady sip, even when the girl in front of me started to mark her territory by swinging her leg across my lap to take a seat. Her bare ass cheeks were brushing against the tops of my thighs, and no matter how much I kept my eyes on Ayda and continued to burn holes into her, this chick didn’t stop in her efforts to grabmy full attention.
When Hanagan started to shake her head, I flashed her a wink before looking up into the eyes of the woman in my lap. My hips bucked slowly beneath her in invitation, and just at the point where my chin was pushing forward to kiss her, I heard the stamping of familiar feet followed by the inevitable thudding of Ayda slamming the door as she left.
“How about you get rid of the others in here and me you and make this a party for two?” the girl whispered against my mouth.
“I fucking heard that, Rosie,” another shrieked behind her.
Rosie. Rachel. Why did they all have to sound so alike? No wonder I got confused so fucking much around here.
“Bite me, Gemma,” Rosie snapped back a little louder.
If there was one sure-fire way to make a guy go limp, it was when bitches started bickering like schoolgirls. Dropping my hands to Rosie’s waist, I let them slide up to her ribs before trailing them all the way back down again and squeezing tight.
“How about I make this easy for all of you?” I grinned, my eyes narrowing as I bit down on my lip and made her silent promises I had zero intention of keeping.
Gemma, Leona, Rosie, Michelle, Sara, fucking god knows what they were all called, all started to move closer as though I was inviting them all in for some giant orgy and my dick should have a cape attached to it cause it could fly all night long. Their faces lit up brightly, each one with their own secret fantasy of sin shining from their eyes as they looked down on me and waited.
With the kid brother gone, this party suddenly didn’t seem like it held much point at all. The shit with Ayda was weighingon my mind and driving me off-the-wall crazy, and I knew that if I stayed in my room without anything to do but fuck whores for a few hours, things would get messed up, and not in a good way. I still had to be careful how much time I spent too close to people. I still had to be aware of my reactions when someone approached me from behind or touched me at the wrong time. My body hadn’t adjusted and my mind was as fucked up as ever.
I had to get out of there.
“How about…” I whispered, glancing between them all and pausing to hold their attention. “You all get the fuck out of here… fast.
“What?” one of them gasped.
“You’ve let me down and I want you gone.”
“Let you down?” Rosie repeated, her eyes falling wide as though I’d just slapped her around the face in front of her friends.
My hands gripped her tighter, picking her up and literally tossing her to the side as I spoke. “You had one job today. One fucking job. All you had to do was keep that kid here and get him off. You’re no use to me now. All of you, get the fuck out before I throw you out.”
The first two looked at each other and shrugged like they could just go get a ticket to another show in the next room, but Rosie, yeah… she looked wounded. I would probably have felt bad if I had one of those soul things people always talked about, but I hadn’t, so I didn’t.
I jumped up from the bed before she did. I wasn’t there to wait around and console people like her. She knew what this place was like and she knew what her life would be like when she agreed to be a part of it. For her to lie there lookingall sweet and innocent, like she’d only just realized I wouldn’t be proposing marriage anytime soon, was nothing short of bullshit. I was already wound up so tight that she didn't even have to say anything for me to snap when I turned around to see her still there.
Charging forward, my fists sank into the mattress and I leaned over her, roaring in her face with all the power and aggression I could find to pour upon her, “GO!”
She backed up, whimpering as she struggled to find her feet beneath her before she fled from the room, leaving nothing but the sound of her tears filling the air as she went.
