She smiled a sick, saccharine smile and sauntered to him, running a finger down his chest. “No, baby, I’m good.”
He grabbed her hand and pushed it away. “Not sure what the fuck you’re doin’, woman, but you touch me like that again, and you’ll be banned.”
“That’s not what you were saying two weeks ago.”
“Oh yeah? What was I saying two weeks ago, Sonja?” Orion hissed.
“You know, when we were fucking.”
“Are you high?” he snapped and headed for the kitchen door. “Aero!”
“Yeah?” Aero walked into the kitchen and I assumed he was a new recruit. I saw he had ‘PROSPECT’ on his cut, plus, he looked young. Like teenage young, so he was probably low on the totem pole.
“Sonja’s out,” Orion said.
Sonja gasped. “What the hell? You can’t do that.”
“I just did.” Orion waved his hand. “Don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.”
“You’re a fucking liar,” she snapped. “I’m taking this to Sundance.”
“Try it,” Orion said.
“I will.” She jabbed a finger toward me. “This bitch is totally fucking you up. Everyone’s talking about it, and I can see now she’s obviously leading you around by the dick.”
I bit back a response, fisting my hands at my side.
“Get gone,” Orion growled.
Sonja stomped out of the room, and Orion gave Aero a chin lift to follow.
The recruit rushed after her and Orion turned to me. “You okay?”
“What did she mean by everyone was talking about me fucking you up?”
“Nothing. She was messing with your head.”
He reached for me, but I eluded his touch.
“She’s obviously a desperately pathetic cuntwaffle, but—”
He chuckled. “You’re sexy when you channel your inner biker woman.”
I rolled my eyes. “What did your dad want to talk to you about?” I asked.
“Nothing you need to worry about.”
I sighed. “I am not going to be the thing that comes between you and your club.”
“You’re not. Not even close.”
I bit my lip. “I don’t think you’re telling me the whole story.”
“Baby, will you let me hold you?”
“Not right now,” I said.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the kitchen island. “Don’t spiral.”
