“Hey Abbey.” JD leans in from the seat next to me and Ringo. “You want me to put that piece of shit in front of them so he gets covered in piss?”
Cringing, I shake my head as he refers to Daniel. “No, but thanks.”
“You want us to give him a taste of his own medicine?” Smitty’s voice makes me stiffen as he steps out from the bushes off to the side. I didn’t even know he was there.
Such a creepy fucker.
“We got a few men here that don’t mind cock and arse. We could show him what it’s like to be raped.”
Air gets trapped in my throat at Smitty’s words, and a growl rumbles in Ringo’s chest, clearly not happy with his President.
Those two have been off over the last few days. Ringo hasn’t said anything, but I can feel the tension radiating between them like it’s a living thing.
“Our club doesn’t rape,” Ringo barks, and Smitty shrugs.
“It’s just another form of torture. Wouldn’t hurt the fucker to know what it feels like.”
“No!” I burst up from Ringo’s lap, glaring at Smitty. “Absolutely not!”
His brows hitch, and his jaw ticks as he regards me. “Maybe you don’t have a say in it,Charity.”
Balling my fists, I take the three steps to close the distance between us, standing on my tiptoes to get up in his face.
“He’smyprisoner!” I snap, feeling like the blood in my veins is near boiling.
“Noone touches him,” Ringo snaps, standing behind me, and Smitty grins like the Cheshire cat himself, holding up his hands and walking backwards casually.
“Fine. No one touches him.” He rolls his eyes, spinning on his heel and strutting off in a walk that reminds me of Captain Jack Sparrow.
“Is it just me, or is he getting more and more unhinged?” JD asks from beside us, and I shoot him a glare.
“You started it by suggesting they pee on Daniel.”
“Shit,” JD cringes. “Sorry, Abs. My bad.”
“I guess you’re next on Daniel watch then,” Ringo grumbles, jabbing a finger at his best mate. “I don’t fucking trust Smitty when he’s like this. We should’ve brought Celina along to keep him busy.”
“Fine. I’ll watch the rapist, but I’m not holding his dick if he needs to take a leak. That’s the prospect’s job.”
We all glance over at the newest prospect as he runs around picking up scraps of food the club brothers throw him to eat.
I shake my head, not interested in being around that stuff tonight.
“I’m going to bed.” I turn, hearing the guys call goodnight to me, and I make my way over to the Landy.
Ringo is only a few steps behind me, and I turn to him as I open up the back of the car.
“You don’t have to come to bed yet, Cam. You can stay and hang out with your club brothers.”
He shakes his head before I even finish talking.
“It’s cold. And the only thing I’m interested in is right here.” He grins, reaching out to pinch my arse.
I squeak as I scurry up into the back of the car where our made up bed is.
Turning, I watch as Ringo starts to undress outside, so I kick off my shoes and put them aside, before shuffling out of my jeans.
Ringo smirks watching me as I watch him, both of us shedding layers like we do every night when we go to bed.
