“Princess!” he shouts. His voice is strong and lethal with a warning ingrained in my name, just by his tone.
Turning to him and propping my hand on my hip, I give him ‘the look,’ “What?”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving.”
“I’m not done with you.”
Shrugging, I don’t get a chance to respond as Bethany comes running out, yelling that she’s ready.
“Fine. I’ll call you.” He plays it off.
“Sure you will,” I retort, knowing damn well that he doesn’t have my number. He didn’t get it last night and I damn sure didn’t leave it for him.
Bethany and I trek toward the two-lane highway, the guys loud enough I can still easily overhear their conversation.
“Her name’s Princess? Or you call her that?” Cain questions Viking.
“It’s her fucking name. I call her Cinderella. What’s it to you?”
I try to do a sly glance back, but catch Cain openly staring at me, as if he saw a ghost. I don’t think twice about it, though; there’s no way he knows who I am.
“Definitely, bring your Ol’ Ladies with you to the barbecue,” I catch him saying right before we’re too far away to hear anything else.
VIKING
Cain repeats himself, andI almost pop off that she isn’t my Ol’ Lady, but I did claim her last night. Whatever the fuck that means now, I have no idea. I was planning on hashing it all out with her later today, but that plan’s gone to shit with her temper tantrum.
It’s none of his business right now anyhow. I can’t stand Ares, but the rest of the Charter here doesn’t bother me much. Cain, for example, is good people.
At the same time, I don’t want to say she’s not my Ol’ Lady ‘cause if another brother goes after her, I’m liable to scalp them. The bitch was already under my skin, but after last night—getting a real taste—it’s even worse. She makes me feel as if I’ve had my first hit of heroin and I want more.
Fuck!She came outside in a goddamn sheet, and she wants to give me attitude for it? I know these brothers and what goes through their heads. The moment they saw her dressed like that, there’s no doubt that they were picturing the fucking fabric falling.
That’s my fucking property; I own that body and the only time I want her seen in so little is right beside me. At this rate, she’ll end up on the back of my bike permanently, and I’m not so sure that description fits with being a Nomad.
The chicks speed off, Bethany waving and smiling as they pass by. Princess stares straight ahead like we’re not over here, still pissy I reckon. Good thing I remembered to use her phone to send myself a text message with her number once she had passed out. I doubt she’d have given it to me today.
“All right bro, we’re smashing. Don’t forget—three p.m. next Saturday.” Cain fist bumps each of us, Spin doing the same before climbing back into the midnight black Hellcat. I’m not much for cars, but that’s one badass vehicle.
The car creeps through the parking lot, and we all admire the impressive machine, throwing up a few fingers in a friendly wave.
Spin leans forward, cranking the music up as the car hits the highway and Cain romps on the gas. The powerful horsepower of the Hellcat sends Spin flying back into his seat, and we all chuckle. You know Cain did that shit on purpose since the brother touched his radio. I’d probably do the same.
“Fuck, I wanna drive that car!” Ruger wistfully declares, watching it speed away.
Saint claps him on the back, nodding, “Bet it’s one hell of a pussy magnet.” He turns toward Sinner. “We need one, man. Both of us in it, I bet bitches would be throwing themselves on the hood.”
Sinner chuckles, shaking his head.
Nightmare snorts and rolls his eyes. “Whatever, I’m going back to bed.”
The brothers agree and head back to their rooms. I won’t sleep, though. I hardly got any rest last night, and I can’t stop wondering what Princess is up to today.
Sitting on the picnic table, I light a cigarette and pull out my phone, turning on the screen. She’s my new background, sleeping peacefully—fully naked—and absolutely fucking beautiful.
Spider takes a seat next to me, getting a peek at my device.