“Fuckin’ A, brother.” He chuckles. “You gonna be able to have that sweet little puss sleep
ing over and resisting nature.”
“We’ll be fine. Thanks for the concern.”
“Just saying if I was single and that hot ass was staying with me, I’d be tapping that.”
“She’s a child. Barely legal.”
“Doesn’t seem to be stopping Cocky from trying.” He motions his head toward the dance area.
Looking in that direction I catch a glimpse of Cocky rubbing all up on Harley. I left her alone for a total of five motherfuckin’ minutes tops. The only dick she will be rubbing on is in her dreams or mine. Where in the hell that thought comes from I don’t know. My nostrils flare. Red flashes through my mind and a rage I have never felt before consumes me as her ass grinds against his crotch. His hands move up and down her sides as he nuzzles her Goddamn neck.
Two maybe three seconds pass before I am across the room and wrapping a hand around his thick throat. “If you want to be the owner of a ball-less cock touch her again.”
“Easy, brother.” He knocks my hand away. “Somebody needed to show her a good time. You certainly aren’t going to. Maybe I should ask Hades if I can takeover looking out for her. Then she wouldn’t be sitting by herself looking miserable while you try to wet your dick in that loose cunt, Regina.”
“This is your one and only warning. Stay the fuck away from Harley.”
“Unless you put your patch on her. She’s fair game.” He smirks.
“She’s not one of your whores,” I warn.
“Maybe I’ll claim her.” He winks at Harley and I snap. Next thing I know my fist is in his face as I straddle his chest on the floor.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. That’s the number of punches I get in before Terror and Cupid are pulling me off him.
“The fuck you doing, man?” Cupid asks as he attempts to hold me back. I maneuver from his hold and stomp my boot down on Cocky’s ribs.
Terror and Cupid move to help Cocky up from the floor. MaryAnn gives me a weird fucking look then rushes to take care of Cocky’s bloodied lip like he’s so Goddamn special.
Harley is standing off to the side with Amber, but her eyes are on me.
I point toward the door. “Outside.”
There’s no sassy remark. She soldiers out the door.
The door clangs shut behind me as she stands by my bike waiting for an order.
“The fuck was that shit, huh? I told you to stay out of trouble.”
“It’s called dancing. Sometimes people dance alone. Sometimes they dance with a partner. It’s called having fun. Something I need after some psycho leaving a dead cat on my doorstep and being forced to come here and be talked down to like I am two by you since the moment I got here. I get that you aren’t happy about being saddled with me. It’s not my idea of a good time either. I didn’t ask you to go all whackadoo on that guy. I don’t even know his name. But why in the hell do you care who I dance with?”
“I don’t.” I’ve been in a raw mood all day. I don’t have a problem with Cocky getting laid. Harley isn’t mine but there’s this drive within me that I can’t explain that has the urge to possess her. “I came here tonight for two things, to kick some ass and get laid. I already kicked ass.” I take a step toward her and she takes a step back. “Don’t worry your pretty head. I’m not interested in taking you to my bed.” Even as the words leave my lips I know they are a lie.
Harley doesn’t flinch. She doesn’t show me any emotion. “Then Don’t worry. I won’t stand in your way.” Her shoulders push back, and she turns back to go inside once more.
Chapter Seven
—Harley—
I don’t know what crawled up Reaper’s ass. I can’t believe he went after his brother like that for merely dancing with me. It meant nothing but furthermore I mean nothing to him.
If he thought telling me he came here tonight to get laid would bother me—he’s wrong. Dead wrong. I don’t care where he sticks his dick as long as it isn’t in me.
I’m done with bikers—period.
Sure, that guy who asked me to dance was cute, but he isn’t my type. Right now, my type is not a tattooed motorcycle riding club belonging to alphaprick.