Unimportant.
Screw them both.
I opened my mouth to hit him back and defend myself, but Blizzard cut in quickly.
“Sky…” he said in warning.
Right.
I was a club girl.
Jake was family.
He got to say whatever the fuck he liked while I was to shut my mouth.
“It ain’t worth it, just walk away.”
“Go back to your room,” Eagle ordered suddenly, his gaze still focused on his brother even as Jake rolled his eyes and turned back to face the target. “I’ll come in soon, and we can talk.”
My body was heated, ready to explode.
This fucking shithead.
Instead of losing my shit, I gritted my teeth and focused my glare on Eagle. “Don’t hurry, I’m just the help,” I spat before turning on my heel and walking out.
I’d spent a long time getting to a point where I was comfortable with the things that people would say about me. I’ve had hangers-on and even the odd brother call me a lot worse than what Jake said, but the reaction they always got was a polite smile before I turned and walked away.
This was different, but not because his comments hurt me.
It was different because Eagle hadn’t said shit.
And that hurt a lot more than I thought it would.