This time, my heart is going to be broken too.
KILLA
The chaos behind me plays out like background noise, just another Friday night in the clubhouse, or Saturday morning, depending on what time it is. All I know is, I’d rather be anywhere but here. Preferably in Little Demon’s warm bed with her slick, bloody cunt draped over my thigh while I stroke her soft hair.
Jesus, it felt good between my fingers.
How the hell did I pinpoint that? Since when does a woman’s hair feel good in my hand? I spin the beer bottle in my palm, staring at it.
“Rough night?” My gaze shoots to Stella, and she holds her hands up in defense. “Not prying, just going with the bloody fingers.” She gestures toward my hand, and I amonly now realizing my fingers are still coated in Cassidy’s blood. It must have happened when I jerked my cock, because the two fingers she sucked are considerably cleaner than the rest. My cock throbs, and I cringe at the response it has at just thinking of her.
I shake my head and clear my throat. “No. It was a great night.”
Stella tilts her head, her eyes searching mine, and for the first time in ages, I don’t mind her scrutiny. “So why the long face?”
Warrior drops onto the bar stool beside me. “He’s fucking his enemy but doesn’t wanna.”
Stella makes a strangled laughing sound. “You don’t wanna? Are you forcing your cock to get hard?” she teases.
Warrior’s face scrunches like she offended him. “Don’t talk about brothers’ cocks,” he chastises.
She looks up with exasperation. “Seriously, Killa. If you don’t want to sleep with her, speak to Savage.”
Yeah, she’s got this all wrong.
Warrior chuckles. “He wants to fuck her; he just doesn’t want to.”
She scoffs. “Yes, because that makes perfect sense.” Again, her eyes roll.
“He wants answers.” Warrior speaks for me, and honestly, I’m a little grateful he makes it sound like I have my shit together.
“Answers to what?” she asks.
“Club business,” he clips out before I can answer.
“Well, have you tried talking to her when you’re not fucking her?”
I grunt, and she knows us all too well to know that meansnot really.
“You should try that.” She smiles. “Buy hersomething nice and woo her. Get her to confide a little. Open up. You’ll probably get more out of her if you try having a conversation instead of demanding like you all tend to do.”
She might be onto something there. Maybe I need a different approach with her—actually speak to her instead of trying to intimidate her.
“Bikers don’t fucking woo.” Warrior’s lip curls. “Besides, the only thing he wants her to open up are her legs.”
“Pretty sure you’d woo a certain someone if she walked through the door.” Smirking, she points toward the door. This time, it’s him who grunts.
A high-pitched yowl breaks the conversation, and we all turn to witness Winnie pinning down one of the prospects.
The music cuts, and the chairs screech across the floor as everyone clears, knowing what a bloodbath this could turn into.
“Fuck!” Venom shouts as he comes thundering from his room, buckling up his jeans in the process. “Winnie, stop!” She turns her head to face him, her white fangs on display and her green eyes flared. Her tail swishes from side to side, and I smile. She’s playing with the prospect.
“She’s ready for a hunt. You could ask Venom if you could take her to meet Cassidy, then she might talk,” Warrior suggests with a deep chuckle, and my hand tightens around my beer to stop me from reacting. Fucker doesn’t know when to leave it.
“Who?” Stella looks between us.
“The woman Killa is fuckin’.”
