At least that is what I believe until his cell phone rings.
His hand leaves my throat and I watch as his fingers reach for his phone on the counter. He swipes his finger over the screen accepting the call.
“Just saw the news, brother.” The voice on the other end of the line drips with sarcasm. “Clubhouse. Church. Be there.” His tone is menacing, and I feel weak in the knees as the call ends.
Charlie doesn't say anything and goes back to taking what he wants.
I can’t stop the fear growing in the pit of my stomach.
“What's wrong. You were fucking slick as an oil spill a second ago and now you are as dry as the Sahara.”
“Ha. Ha,” I deadpan.
“Told you, sugar tits. Nuttin’ to worry ‘bout.” His hands come up and squeeze my breasts.
“Charlie, this is serious. I watched that biker show. This won’t be taken lightly.”
A deep laughter rumbles from his belly and he slips out of me, doubling over. “Baby, that show ain’t real life. Some of it yeah—it's like that but not everything is real and true. I got this. Now do you got me?”
“Yeah, Charlie...I got you.” I stalk toward him, and grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom.
Chapter Twenty-six
—Boogeyman—
When I roll up to the clubhouse with Shelly on the back of my bike and see the full lot of motorcycles, shit starts to feel real. I know I have a lot to answer for and my punishment will be ugly but just. Whatever Hades decides I know he won’t touch Shelly. She has my patch on her arm. I park my bike and help her off. I can tell she’s trying to hold it together on the outside. I know the last time she was here she wasn’t welcomed with open arms.
I wrap my arms around her hips and stare deep into her caramel eyes. “No matter what is waiting on the other side of that door, you need to know that I love you, and I will come back to you. Might be with a few broken bones and bloodshed but I’m not fucking going anywhere.”
“I know.” She gives me a faint smile and then I kiss her hard and deep like it's the last time I will ever taste her lips, because it very well could be. I can’t predict my fate, but I won’t go down without a fight.
Tucking her hand in mine, I lead her inside. The moment we step through the door all the noise dies down. The jukebox cuts off and all eyes are on us.
Hades snarls at me the second our eyes meet. I give him a chin lift and walk toward him, dragging a reluctant Shelly behind me, shielding her with my body even though I don’t think she is in any real danger.
“I’m here. I think you know, Shelly.”
Hades rubs his jaw.
“Wish I could say it’s nice to see you again, Shelly, but you’re a risk. I don’t like loose ends.”
“Got nothing to worry about. She will keep her mouth shut. I know you aren’t like Marek, so you won’t touch her.” I pull the bandage off her arm, revealing her fresh ink. A Devils Reject’s property patch that reads: Boogeyman’s Dream.
“If I were anything like Marek you’d be tied to a damn chair and forced to watch while we all fucked your girl. But you know that isn’t my style.” He fingers her tattoo. “So, it’s like that, huh? She’s your bitch.” My nostrils flare as he stands up from his seat.
“Yeah, it’s like that.”
He motions to Terror. “Question his bitch.”
Terror smiles at me with a sadistic grin. That fucker is ex-military some special forces shit. His methods of interrogation are rough, but I know he won’t touch her unless he wants me to repay the favor with Amber.
My eyes darken as he grabs Shelly by her other arm. The one I didn't just tattoo. I don't like any man, brother or not, who isn’t me, touching her.
“You’ll be fine. Terror knows that however he treats you I’ll treat his woman with the same regard,” I remind him that I’m not to be fucked with. His smile fades and Shelly goes with him willingly.
Uno, Reaper, Cupid, Hades, and Zo Zo crowd around me. “Take his cut. He isn’t fit to wear it until I determine otherwise,” Hades barks the order, but I shrug the leather off before they can touch me.
Reaper grabs me by the back of the neck and shoves me toward the stairs that lead to the basement.