I think his son got a little bit of that in him too.
The man has swept me off my feet and I don’t think it has anything to do with me being trapped here until I’m safe.
I almost snort as I finish chopping a tomato for the salad. Candy said I was being ridiculous for making a salad for a bunch of bikers, but they need green things. I’ll try and get it in where and when I can.
I’m not expecting much, but they can’t choose what they aren’t given.
“Oh, you’re still here.”
The words are sneered with so much venom that all I can do is roll my eyes.
“Here we go,” I mutter, more to myself than anything else, as I turn to face Sin.
I didn’t even need to look to know who it was. I was thinking earlier about it being about the right time for her to make some death rattle like reappearance. Now, how long the death knell lasts is up to her entirely, but we all see the writing on the wall.
“Why wouldn’t I be here?” I ask the question, but I already know what she’s going to say.
If only mean girls knew how transparent they were. That’s kind of the problem. Because even if you know that they’re about to say some bullshit which doesn’t really hold any weight, the barbs have a real possibility of landing. There’s nothing that can be done about it.
Words hurt.
They have a way of worming their way past your defenses, no matter how strong they are. They insidious bastards.
Sin has a lot more history to work with than I do here. All kinds of history.
“You aren’t going to be able to hold his interest,” her tone is filled with faux pity, and I can’t help but grin.
She expects me to cower or to run. Neither is an option for me.
Because I have a chance here. A chance to find out if this is the place I’m meant to be. I’ve never had that feeling anywhere—of really belonging. I’m allowed to find out if this feeling is real.
And Sin can’t do a damn thing about it unless I let her.
“You’re talking a lot of shit for someone who was reminded, very publicly,” I lean toward her and drop my voice slightly as I point that part out, “what your place is. It was harsh,” I reiterate because it was, “but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“You don’t know a damn thing about this life.”
The way she changes her approach has me rolling my eyes. “I know enough,” I tell her. “My best friend, Scythe’s Old Lady, filled me in and I’m not stupid. It’s not like I’ve been dropped into a foreign land or someplace where they snack on cockroaches or mill worms.”
The woman turns about twelves shades of red and purple. I’m surprised steam isn’t coming out of her ears. “Oh? Scythe huh,” she sighs all dreamy-like and nothing can prevent my face from scrunching up in disgust. “He’s a good fuck, too.”
“That is gross on so many levels,” I gag out the words and shake my head.
“You’re just wasting everyone’s time,” she’s seething. “You shouldn’t be here. You don’t belong here and I’m going to make sure you learn that lesson.”
She’s gotten louder with every word which is why she doesn’t hear Mayhem—and yes, it is Mayhem in all his president of a motorcycle club glory—step into the kitchen about halfway through her last little tirade.
“I wasn’t aware that you have any say in who does and does not belong here.” His voice booms through the room, and Sin goes white.
It’s a little satisfying, but I kind of had things in hand. She spins around and there’s a moment when she’s clearly at a loss.
But when caught, double down. Clearly.
“You know she’s too sweet to belong here,” Sin huffs out, but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe her own bullshit.
“It’s not up to you,” Mayhem’s voice is all threat.
Do I feel a little giddy about finding out what happens next? Oh, for sure. But only a little.
