“You spoiled, stuck-up bitch. I’m going to knock your pretty teeth out,” Macy snarls, stumbles on her heels, and charges, like I knew she would. Curling my fingers into a fist, I swing as soon as she’s close enough, and she drops like a sack of potatoes. I don’t know whether she’s unconscious because I hit her hard enough or it’s from the substances running through her veins. Either way, she’s done for.
“Damn.” Priest’s voice startles me. He’s grinning from ear to ear. “That was fucking hot. We need to work on your positioning, though. If she rammed you, you’d have been on your ass.” Staring down at my feet, I notice my legs spread wider than I thought.
“You’re going to need ice on that.” Amber nods to my hand.
As I raise it, I’m surprised to see my knuckles are split and beginning to swell.
“I knew there was something special hiding under all the timidness.” Priest pulls me into his arms and lays a kiss on me that curls my toes and sends my belly into a flutter while my pussy throbs. “Viking’s going to be pissed he missed that.”
“Here.” Amber hands me ice, wrapped in a towel, while looking down at her friend. “She had it coming. Trista does too.”
Neo enters, scoping out the scene. He doesn’t say a word, just picks up Macy to take her somewhere else.
“Come on, sprite, let’s get some food, then we’re going to spend the night in bed worshipping you.”
Pain blossoms in my hand and arm now as we exit the kitchen.
“What the fuck?” Viking growls when he notices me nursing it. Scooping me up in his arms, he sets me on the bar. “What happened?”
God, he sounds deadly.
“She popped Macy in her big fucking mouth.” Priest raises a bottle of beer and cheers as everyone grows more curious about what went down.
“She touch you?” Viking’s growl shoots to my pussy, and I squirm against him.
I shake my head. “Said some crappy things, but I’m fine.”
“Should have come to find one of us,” he mutters, removing the ice to inspect the damage. He snarls, then turns to spear Macy with a murderous look. She’s awake now, cowering on a couch, with a nasty glare plastered on her face. “You girls fucking stupid?” His shout startles everyone. “We tell Trista to mind her fucking business, and now you’re being a fucking cunt? You think that means we want you more? You’re nothing but a sleeve for our dicks. Stay the fuck away from Logan.”
“That was gross,” I mumble into his chest so only he hears me.
“But needed because I’m fucking sick of this shit.” He doesn’t let me move until Priest shows up with food, then they feed me until I protest.
Chapter 14
Viking
My hit list grows larger by the hour. Easy located where Logan’s stepbrother is staying in Gulfport, as well as the address of her home in Montgomery, where her stepfather also resides. Both will die painful deaths. Add in the drama of Trista and Macy, and I’m a bomb waiting to detonate.
Never in my life did I expect to care about someone the way I’m starting to with Logan, and having so many people trying to ruin her is not good for my volatile temper.
Priest feeds her, while I create a barrier around her body. I’m the fucking brick wall that’ll keep everyone away from her. The only women around here who have been kind to her are Finleigh, which isn’t surprising; she’s been teasing us for months about finding a woman, and Amber. Amber has always been a bit quieter and less confrontational than the other girls. She knows her place here and simply wants protection.
Candy has yet to show up, which is surprising, but I think that’s because Brute asked her to steer clear until the mess with Trista got cleaned up.
“You done?” Burying my face in the side of Logan’s neck, I growl against her throat before licking up the side and nipping her jaw. Her sweet sigh is like an arrow to my dick, and it stands up straight, dying to get into her body.
“Yeah,” she whispers. A blush works up her throat, giving away her thoughts and what she’s likely feeling between her legs, since my cock has been pressed right against her heat for nearly an hour.
Nodding at Priest, he smirks, then takes the dishes to the kitchen while I carry our pretty little prize up to our room. Setting her on her feet as soon as we enter, I remind her, “What’s the rule in here?”
She’s a little stunned, glancing around as she recalls my words before beginning to remove her clothes. First her shoes and socks, then her oversized sweater and T-shirt. While revealing every glorious inch of herself, I admire the way her slight curves flare at her hips and tits. When her pants finally drop to the ground, Priest enters and lets out a guttural groan at the sight of her.
Even bruised up, she’s fucking gorgeous. But it’s then that I notice some of the scars we’d seen in the hospital: thighs, hips, upper arms. The ones on her back are larger.
“I fell out of a tree when I was eight. Branch broke,” she explains, and it eases some of my anger. “Lots of stitches on my back. Do not recommend the experience if you can avoid it.” Her self-deprecating laugh lightens the mood.
“The rest.” Priest points to her pale pink thong and matching bra. Both are more practical than enticing, but fuck, she’s sexy with her innocence that she wears like a cloak.
