If I wasn’t so mad at how rude he’s being, I would actually enjoy seeing Ares make an ass of himself. He must be desperate to threaten the one woman everyone knows you shouldn’t threaten. Maybe it’s a Bulls trait. Or Ares and Shoulders are both missing an intelligence gene.
No matter what is driving it, he doesn’t get to speak to my friend—a guest in my house— like this. Lo and I share a quick look and act simultaneously. I bite down hard on one ass cheek, through the denim of Ares’s jeans, as Lo grabs his balls from the front and twists.
Ares yelps in pain.
Am I a sick bitch for deriving pleasure from this?
Lo and I exchange another look, and I dig my teeth in harder as she tightens her grip on his balls.
And that’s how Saint, Galen, Theo, Caz, Chad, and Jase find us when they charge into the room. As if they are psychic and knew what was going down.
“What the actual fuck?” Jase asks as Saint storms across the room, grabbing hold of Ares without asking any questions. He yanks him to his feet and headbutts him.
Lo rolls her eyes, muttering stuff under her breath.
“We had it handled,” I say as Jase comes up to me.
Ares lets out a roar before lunging at Saint, and they go down, legs and arms flailing.
Idiot boys.
“Do I want to know why you were biting his ass?” Jase sounds mildly amused. His arms wind around me as Chad comes up on the other side of me. He keeps his distance, like he has been doing all week, and my heart aches for him.
“He was rude to Lo, and his ass was right there in my face. I didn’t think. I just acted.”
“Girl, we make a good team.” Lo reaches around Theo and Caz who are holding on to her protectively, and we high-five like we’re back in sixth grade.
“I’ve been spitting in his breakfast all week,” Chad says out of the blue. I crack up, and Jase’s chest rumbles with laughter behind me. “Hopefully, he’ll get whatever bug I had, and when he’s lying in bed, barely able to breathe, I’m going to beat the absolute shit out of him for all the crap he’s been pulling,” he adds, watching Saint, Galen, and Ares throw punches and jabs with a massive smile on his face.
Mom says the virus he was injected with actuallyisinfectious, and it’s not known how it might spread, so we weren’t actually lying when we told Chad that even if we didn’t know it at the time. It’s quite possible he may have infected Ares. And Ares is screwing Julia, so she may get infected too.
Wouldn’t that be karma? I can only hope.
I know it’s killing Chad not getting involved, but Monday is his first day back on the team, and he won’t risk turning up injured, no matter how much he hates Ares Haynes and would love to join the fight.
“Oh shit,” Jase says, holding me closer as a bunch of guys rush through the door, yelling and pumping their fists in the air. I’m guessing someone shouted “fight,” and that’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
“Men are such idiots,” Lo says, shaking her head as we watch it become a general melee with about ten guys swinging punches at everyone just for the hell of it.
“There’s way too much testosterone in here,” I agree.
One thing’s for sure. I won’t ever forget my nineteenth birthday party.
ChapterForty-One
Ares
“We had a deal,” I say through gritted teeth, itching to knock Marwan’s teeth down his throat. If he didn’t have a full table of assholes around him, I might be tempted. I am beyond done dealing with gang bullshit. I’m sick of it and beginning to think it’s been the biggest waste of my time.
“I haven’t reneged on it.” Marwan wipes wing sauce off one cheek while licking his fingers. “You’ll get your meeting with Ruben when you deliver Lowell U to me.”
“That wasn’t what we agreed,” I argue.
“Plans change.” He stands, wiping his grubby fingers on a napkin before tossing it down on the table. He thrusts a greasy finger into my chest. “I’m running out of patience, Haynes. We let you join on a part-time basis due to your work commitments, but I’m failing to see what The Bulls are getting from your membership. You promised you would deliver the campus, and you haven’t come through with it yet.”
Removing his finger, I glare at him. I’m done being pushed around by this fat fucker. “I told you I needed time.”
“You’ve had almost three weeks!”
