“What’s goin’ on?”
“Does Trouble have a kid? Holy fuck.”
“This should be fuckin’ good.”
Zeke didn’t know who was saying what and the fuck if he cared. The only person he needed to worry about was standing right in front of him like a pissed-off hellcat.
With narrowed eyes, she then turned her head to call out, “Hey, Bunny, how are your knees holding up?”
For fuck’s sake.
Icy blue eyes sliced back toward him. “Guess you had a good reason to keep her around.”
Whether she believed it or not… “She didn’t do nothin’ wrong, Ky.”
Bunny was a sweet butt and did what sweet butts do: took care of him and his brothers. Not only by fucking and sucking, but doing other shit like cleaning and laundry.
They were there for convenience, and whatever they were asked to do, they did it if they wanted to remain a part of the club.
What did they get in return? As much sex as they wanted without judgement, long as it was with one of the patched brothers, along with food, booze, and anything else they might need. In the past, the club had helped out the most loyal ones with rent, car payments, and even childcare.
No matter what, they were fucking taken care of. If they didn’t like the life, nobody was keeping them there. Most stuck around for years.
“You’re right,youdid. But you keeping her around shows you never cared about cheating on me,” she snapped.
He sighed.
Being best friends with Vi, Kyra had been around the Angels long enough—long before she and him ever hooked up—that she knew how the club dynamics worked. None of it should’ve been a surprise.
“Said I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout this shit here. You wanna go somewhere more private, we can head upstairs.” Where there weren’t so many fuckers sticking their noses in their business.
“Why? So, you can try to talk me out of my clothes again? Find someone else to fuck.”
He didn’t have to try very hard to get her out of her clothes last time. But the fuck if he was reminding her of that.He’d like to keep his nuts swinging free between his legs and not have them jammed so deeply into his body cavity they’d need to be surgically removed.
“Want me to find someone else to fuck? Great,” he muttered, then left her where she stood and grabbed the arm of the nearest sweet butt—which,thank fuck, wasn’t Bunny—and dragged her toward the stairs to the second floor.
He heard raised voices behind him all blending together. Again, he had no idea who said what. Could be his brothers, some ol’ ladies, even the rest of the club girls. But, again, he didn’t give a shit what anyone had to say. He was too hyper-focused on making a fucking point due to his rising blood pressure.
She needed to stop obsessing over his past mistake and concentrate on dealing with their future…Ledger.
When he got to the stairway, he stared at the sweet butt without seeing her. He freed whoever he’d grabbed without even caring who it was.
When Bubbles pushed past him, her words barely penetrated his brain. “I’ll go up and wait for you.”
Zeke closed his eyes and heard her heels clicking up the stairs as she climbed.
He considered his options. He could follow the sweet butt to his room and get fucked thoroughly. Or he could stop being a stupid fuck, deal with Kyra’s drama now, and not make it a fuck of a lot worse.
Something he was a pro at.
Goddamn it.He didn’t need to fight fire with fire all the fucking time.
He sucked air in through his flared nostrils, opened his eyes, and twisted his head to do the more responsible thing.
Only, the floor was empty where Kyra previouslystood.
She was gone.
