Wrath glances up at me and nods, before turning his eye back to the page. "Yeah, kid was drawing one, he said she loves dragonflies and music, so I thought I'd draw them something,"he says as he indicates toward the girl.
I glance behind me, over to the counter where she's stood talking with her friend. She's tied her hair up out of her face. She leans over the counter, reaching for something from underneath, and whatever she wants she clearly can’t reach, and as she leans further over, one of her legs lift off the floor. I notice she's wearing dark brown Doc Martens, and my eyes trail back up her lightly tanned legs. A red-checked shirt is tied around her waist, covering what looks like a pair of denim shorts from the side.
She's pretty. I wouldn't mind being pressed up against her as she bends over that counter. I lick my lips thinking about how she might feel beneath me. Just as I consider going over there to introduce myself, a sharp pain in my shin has my head spinning back to the table.
Thinking it was my VP or Prez, I turn to them, but they are both preoccupied with the kid or Acid. The clearing of a throat has me looking right opposite me. Wolf's eyes are narrowed, and he looks pissed. He leans forward, getting a little closer than I'm comfortable with. I'm about to pull back when he reaches out, placing his hand on my arm and squeezing. "She's off limits," he grits out in an angry whisper.
I quickly glance around the table, but nobody is paying any attention to us, so I turn back to Wolf. "She yours? Or you just wish she was?" I bite back, feeling a pang of jealousy.
"Neither. Stay the fuck away from her," he tells me. He sits back in his seat, raising one of his eyebrows in warning before joining back in the conversation with the others.
I'm pissed. Who the fuck does he think he is? I can't work out why he's warning me off her. He doesn’t seem like he has a thing for her, but he was pretty pissed when he caught me looking at her. If he isn’t with her, or related to her, then he has no claim on her.
Chapter Six
Wolf’s warning pissed me off more than it should have. I thought it was about the girl, but four days later I'm still fucking annoyed. I land punch after punch on the bag. I'd much prefer to be smashing my fist into the faces of the Poisoned Devils, but since we killed the snively kid the other day, we've not been able to track down any other members.
"Wanna spar?" Nitro asks, as he walks toward me. He wraps his hands up and then heads to the ring, climbing in before turning back to me and tipping his head, indicating for me to join him.
I let out a sigh and follow him into the ring. Either he has something he needs to work through, or he knows there's something on my mind that I need to work through. I really hope he doesn't need to work anything through, he shares less than I do and he'll spar until one of us drops from exhaustion.
I watch him bounce back and forth, warming up, his eyes tracking my steps into the ring. I stop in front of him and watch for a few seconds, before cracking my neck and stepping my left leg back and angling my hip ready to spar.
"How about I just tell you what’s on my mind then we can get to working out what’s on yours?" I ask him.
He raises an eyebrow. "You're just gonna offer me up what's going on in that head of yours, just like that, huh?" he questions me, suspicious.
"I've been in here for almost an hour, I'm tired. If we both hold back our issues, we'll never fucking get out of here. So, if I tell you mine, then maybe you can tell me what’s eating you? I'd like to shower and get my dick wet tonight," I tell him, knowing full well he will never tell me.
He lunges forward, swinging his right arm toward my face. I step to my right, tipping my head slightly so he just misses me. I smirk, but it just pisses him off and he swings again, but I’m too quick, managing to dodge his fist, but I don’t see him swing his left hand until a millisecond before it hits the right side of my jaw.
I’m momentarily stunned, but it’s long enough for him to take the advantage. He slams his fist into my stomach, then the side of my arm, and then into my upper chest. I try to block him but I'm winded and too slow. Fuck, I'm going to be feeling this later.
Thirty minutes later, we're both lying flat on our backs on the floor of the ring. Both out of breath, completely spent.
"Feel better?" I ask him between pants.
He heaves a few breaths. "A little. Now tell me what's got you so fucking irritated."
I sigh, sitting up. "These new brothers from The Legion Riders, how's it gonna work? They gonna come in here and throw their weight around?"
He sits up and looks at me for several seconds before responding. "No. They know how it's going to be, they know that—"
"Wolf. Is he going to be cool not being the VP? I mean, is he gonna be able to take orders from the committee?"
"You don't like Wolf?" he asks, surprising me.
My answer surprises me more. "I actually do like him. But he pissed me off the other day when we were in the diner. He warned me off one of the girls there…”
He lets out a bellow, his head tipping back as he laughs. “You’re telling me that this is about a fucking woman?”
"No," I bite.
He raises an eyebrow at my attitude, and I shake my head in apology.
"Sorry. I just... I thought it was about her, but the more it plays on my mind, I think it's more about him giving me an order. Like, is it going to be like that all the time? I know you say it won't be, but the truth is we don't know that. We don't know these men, or what they are really like. I know what Acid told us, but he could tell us anything for the merge to go ahead."
Nitro stands, reaching out his hand to me. I grab it and he pulls me to me feet. "It's not about him ordering you to stay away from her, it's not even the fact that he gave you an order, it's the fact that you're struggling to trust anyone after what Snake did, isn't it?"
