Page 54 of Marked By Myth

“Oh, Prez, I figured you needed som—”

“Let me stop you there,” I said, holding my hand up as I got up. “You know I’m not going to indulge in you. You know I’m back with my ol’ lady. Why would you think anything?”

“Come on, Prez, you know I'm up for anything.”

“And you think Rox isn’t?” I replied. “Let me tell you something, Belle, my woman has been the only woman I have ever wanted in my bed. She’s the only one I thought of when you girls sucked my cock. You wanted me hard? I thought of her. Don’t get it twisted, sweetheart. You aren’t woman enough for me.”

I made a move to leave before this got out of hand, but she stepped in front of me, undoing the buttons of her shorts.

“She’s not going to know, Prez. She’s busy outside with the girls. I can have you coming in minutes.”

“Didn’t Missy ring your bell recently for stepping out of bounds?” I countered. “She hit you too hard to understand when someone says no?”

She was about to undo her pants fully when I grabbed her by the shoulders to stop her. “Get out now. Go fuck one of the brothers.”

“I don’t want them.”

“And I don’t want you.”

I shoved her back toward the door, and out before locking it behind her. Leaning against the door, I tried to get my anger under control. Fuck…what was it with that woman?

Rox

Myth had been gone for ten minutes. I knew it didn’t mean anything, but still, I wanted to check he was okay. He used to let the club details get him down so badly. I wanted him to know I was here for him.

For all of it.

Like I always should have been.

When I rounded the bar, I stopped short when I saw who was coming out of his office. Belle was fixing her shorts, rebuttoning them and straightening her tiny ass tank top that could double as a bra.

My breath left me quickly, flashes of walking in on Myth and Stacey rocking me, making my heart beat faster.

Belle looked up, her eyes meeting mine and a little smirk making its way onto her face. She looked smug, and my first instinct wasn’t to turn and run like it had been with Stacey.

Only this time, the feeling I had running through my veins was pure, unadulterated rage.

Belle shrugged her shoulders and moved past me, her shoulder nudging mine and sending my rage into molten fury. Missy had told me about the altercation she’d had with her at Myth’s behest after she’d tried to interrupt us the night of the wake. She told me about the bat she had behind the bar.

I grabbed it, not really knowing what I was going to do with it, especially since the families were here, but I couldn’t think straight.

Holding the bat to my side, I followed the bitch to the area where the club girls were hanging with the single brothers who had no family here. Missy saw me first, followed by Fang and Menace, who both were corralling the families away from sight. They knew how it was at a clubhouse.

It didn’t phase them.

Once Belle saw the bat at my side and the look on my face, her smug grin dropped and she started to back up, her hands raised in defence.

No one tried to stop me.

The club girls watched on in horror, Missy had a grin on her face as she urged me on. She’d been telling me that I needed to make my mark on the club, being the Prez’s ol’ lady and all, and suddenly, as if in blinding clarity, I was feeling it.

“No…no…you can’t!”

“Watch me,” I grunted as I lifted the bat up over my shoulder and swung at her. The end of the bat hit her fake as shit nails, sending two of the acrylics flying. Belle let out a screech of pain, clutching her now bleeding fingers to her chest. “You’ve been warned. You know he’s off limits.”

“He’s the Prez!” she cried out.

I slammed the bat down on her foot, and sent her to her ass on the hard ground. “And I’m his ol’ lady, his wife, the only woman who he will ever fuck again.”