“And I’m not really sure I want to,” I add, but take another sip anyway. The burn is less intense this time, but I welcome the distraction. Anything to stop my mind from replaying what Foxy said to Tacoma before he left.
Make them fucking bleed.
The way she said it, so cold and casual, like she was reminding him to pick up a gallon of milk on the way home. And worse, the way he promised that he would.
Were they talking about the men who attacked Saylor and me? Are those men here, somewhere on the compound? Are the Kings going to... kill them?
I swallow the lump in my throat. I shouldn’t find the idea of them hurting those men justifiable. I shouldn’t want those men to pay with their lives, but I do. Those men were going to take Saylor—a child—and do unspeakable things to her. They were going to hurt me.
“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Foxy asks, breaking into my thoughts.
I shrug, not ready to voice the dark direction my mind has taken. “Just…” I suck in a deep breath through my nose and let it out slowly. “I don’t know. Processing, I guess.”
“Not everything in life is sunshine and roses,” she says, stroking Panda’s fur. The raccoon chittered, as if agreeing with her.
I laugh humorlessly. “You think you know me, don’t you?”
She picks up the bottle on the bar in front of her, pausing before it meets her lip. “You rich kids are all the same.”
I shake my head. “I didn’t take you for the judgemental bitch type.”
Foxy’s lips turn up, and she laughs. “I like you! You’ve got fire. Which is good, because you’re going to need it if you’re going to survive here.”
Survive here. Is that what I want? To stay—to let Bane own me like a piece of property?
My thoughts drift to this morning. To Bane’s hands on my body, his lips on mine, the way he looked at me when he said I was his.This pussy’s mine now,he’d growled, and God help me, I’d agreed. I’d surrendered everything to him—my virginity, my body, my heart.
The memory sends a shiver down my spine, and I take another sip of whiskey to drown the feelings. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t crave the way he makes me feel, the way he demands my submission, but I do.
“He’s using you.”
The high-pitched voice rips me from my thoughts. I look up at the woman standing beside our table, her eyes narrowed to slits as she stares at me.
“Excuse me?” I blink, confused about what the heck she’s talking about.
“Go the fuck away, Destiny,” Foxy growls, her hand stilling on the raccoon’s fur.
The woman ignores Foxy, her focus entirely on me. “You think you’re special because Bane fucked you?” She laughs mockingly. “Honey, he’s fucked most of the women in this clubhouse. You’re nothing but the flavor of the week.”
My stomach drops. I know I shouldn’t listen to her, but the doubt creeps in anyway. What do I really know about Bane? Not a damn thing. We barely know each other. I’ve spent more time hating him than anything else.
“I said,” Foxy stands, her voice dropping an octave, “Go. The. Fuck. Away.”
Destiny smirks, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Just thought the little bitch should know what she’s getting into. He always comes crawling back to my bed when he gets bored with his toys.”
“That’s enough!” Foxy steps forward, but Destiny holds her ground.
“I was the one in his bed last week, honey,” she shrugs. “And I’ll be the one in his bed when he’s done with you.”
My heart squeezes painfully in my chest.
Last week? The idea of him with her makes me feel sick. The doubts creep in hard and heavy. Does he say the same things to her that he told me this morning? Tears start to well up in my eyes. God. I’m such a fool. How could I be so stupid?
“What the hell is going on out here?”
I glance up to see Roxy walking out of the kitchen with a towel thrown over her shoulder. Her sharp blue eyes—so like Bane’s—take in the scene: me looking like I’m about to cry, Foxy ready to throw down, and Destiny smirking like she just won a prize.
“Nothing, Roxy,” Destiny says, her voice suddenly sweet. “Just a little girl talk.”
