Page 48 of Marked By Myth

“You’re trying to convince me that Adrian, the most insatiable man I’ve ever met, hasn’t fucked a woman in fifteen years?”

Fang rolled his eyes. “I didn’t say that. I said he’s never fucked a club girl.”

“Levi Harper,” I said, with an edge to my voice.

“It’s not my history to tell, sweetheart,” he replied. “If you want to know, you ask Myth.”

I nodded. He was right. I didn’t even really think I wanted to know, to be honest, but it did make me wonder. How would I be treated now that I had decided to stay? Would they welcome me or would it be like before, where I was clamouring with glamorous women who wanted to ride my husband?

Fear sloshed around in my head, doubt creeping in, despite how Myth made me feel whenever I was with him.

“You good?”

I looked up at the new voice, noticing Fang was gone and in his place was the woman from before. The one who was always behind the bar.

“Sorry, yeah.”

I looked back over at the girls, and saw a few of them were looking over at me as if I were the outsider. Hell, I was. It didn’t matter that I’d been here first. I was an outsider.

“Don’t let them get to you, sweetie,” she said. “If they give you crap, you come to me, yeah?”

Turning back to her, I looked down at her shirt where it had the name Missy embroidered into it.

“Are you the head girl around here?”

“Not anymore, love,” she smiled over at me. “That would be you.”

“What?”

“You’re the Prez’s ol’ lady. This is your clubhouse to rule over. Those girls over there answer to you, babe.”

Fuck.

I didn’t know that.

“Do they know that?”

“Of course they do,” Missy said with a smirk. “I mean, a show of power wouldn’t hurt either.”

“How so?”

“See the one with a busted lip?”

I looked over at the group of girls again. The one in question looked familiar. She was the one trying to get Myth’s attention that night when he had me cornered.

“Yeah. I recognise her.”

“Belle,” she answered my unasked question. “Thinks she runs the joint.”

“And the cut lip?”

“She needed a little reminding of who was boss.”

Missy smirked and I instantly knew we were going to be the best of friends.

“So you’re the boss around here then.”

“Not anymore, babe, and believe me, I am more than happy to hand that title over.”