“Which is what?” April asked from behind.
“That Stone’s a cheating scumbag and always will be. Asshole dumped his long-term girlfriend and jumped into the sack with me the next day, as I said,” Chelsea declared, turningaround. Her jaw dropped as she recognised April. Chelsea’s gaze switched between us both, and a smirk crossed her face. “Tell me you’re not fucking April again!”
“Speak to April with respect!” I snarled.
“Oh my God!” Chelsea broke into laughter. “What is this, Stone? A pity fuck? Or are you banging April for old times’ sake? Didn’t you have a better option? Get lost, loser, I’m here now and more capable of satisfying Stone than you ever were. Christ, April, you’re even fatter than when I last saw you.”
April didn’t reply. She sent me a look that I couldn’t decipher, and then her fists shot out. The first blow connected with Chelsea’s mouth, the second with her nose, and the third knocked her to the floor.
“I’ve got something to say, you cunt. Chelsea, you were my best friend and stabbed me in the back for a roll in the hay with Stone. Newsflash bitch. Stone used you to make sure I accepted our breakup for reasons that don’t concern you. He didn’t drop me because he didn’t love me; he did it because he did.”
“You fuckin’ cunt!” Chelsea screeched, holding her nose as she stood up.
April lashed out again, knocking Chelsea back down. “Listen up. Stone didn’t fuck your scrawny ass; he hates skinny bitches. No guy wants to screw a woman he has to be careful with in case he hurts her.”
“Amen,” someone said.
“Neither do they wanna get poked by bony ribs and hips; that ain’t comfortable for a man. Bitch, you had a whole decade to sink your hooks into him, and Stone ran in the opposite direction every time!” I declared.
“So you say! You don’t know what Stone’s been up to in the last ten years,” Chelsea hissed.
“Nope, but he didn’t do you! It’s my fat ass Stone’s grabbing hold of, my bed he’s in, and my pussy he worships. God,can someone take the trash out?” April asked, stepping around Chelsea and plastering herself to my chest.
“I’m done with this bullshit. This is why the clubhouse is off-limits. Any asshole who isn’t a brother, old lady, or girlfriend, get the fuck out!” Chance bellowed. His temper burst as he scowled at everyone present.
“What? We haven’t done anything!” a woman exclaimed.
“Don’t give a fuck. Every time we let bitches in, shit starts. Never again. The club grounds are off limits to anyone not fuckin’ Hellfire!” Chance continued. I sensed a rant coming on.
“Out now!” Bear bellowed and began herding women. April looked smug as Thalia and Clio approached Chelsea, a clear threat on their faces. Chelsea scrambled to her feet and fled.
“That’s how you handle sluts,” April said.
“God, I love you,” I muttered, bending my head and kissing her.
“Love you too,” April murmured, and I grinned against her lips.
“Forever, baby,” I assured. I didn’t need to explain anything to April. She’d realised Chelsea was lying and trying to hurt her.
“Forever won’t be long enough,” April whispered back.
“Eternity then,” I promised. April smiled against my lips and drew my head down for a kiss. We both ignored the whistles and catcalls from the peanut gallery. Who the hell cared? This is what Hellfire was all about.
Epilogue.
Jinx
Harlequin and April were lip-locked in a corner, both wrapped around each other. I’d heard the commotion downstairs and had come down to see if anyone needed help. That horrible woman had said all sorts of cruel things, and for a moment, I was scared my brother might lose his old lady. April rose above it like an avenging angel and was glorious. If Stone hadn’t been in complete love with her before, he was now.
That made me happy. Two of my prospect brothers had found love and won. Their women were beautiful, kind, generous, and wonderful. Fanatic and Harlequin had got the loves of their lives, and I knew they’d thrive.
A sudden movement made me flinch, and I sank back into the shadows, hand going to my waistband before I froze. It was only Tiny passing by, but I was paralysed with fear. There wasn’t a weapon to draw because I couldn’t touch it. My gun sat in a safe box in my room, and it was there to stay. Would I have drawn it if it had been in my holster? Self-doubt was crippling me. I might have drawn on Tiny and hurt him. What if I’d killed him?
Before I was seen, I scurried outside, where I dragged in deep breaths of air. Panic swelled in my gut, and I nearly puked. A guy headed towards me carrying a box.
“Hey.”
“Can I help?” I asked.
