“Um...hi,” I manage, with a brief wave that makes Spider snicker.
Can’t say I’m too surprised hearing the big dude’s name is Nightmare. And Spider for the other; that’s kind of creepy. He doesn’t strike me as strange right off the bat, though, so maybe he got it for another reason.
“Stop staring, Spidey,” he gripes. “Saint or Sinner catches you. I’m guessing Saint will be carving you up. They don’t go to the trouble for bitches, so this one must mean something or know something we don’t.”
Gee thanks. I don’t know if I should be flattered or offended. “I’m not a bitch; I’m Jude.”
Nightmare’s eyebrow hikes. “Hey, Jude. Do you have shoes in there?” He nods toward the vehicle, disregarding my proclamation.
My gaze falls to my feet...my bare feet. “Oh, shit. No, Saint pulled me out of the house so fast, I didn’t have a chance to stop and get any. I didn’t bring anything, actually,” I admit, wishing I’d at least have paused long enough to collect my purse and flip-flops.
Spider shoots a look I can’t decipher at Nightmare and then glances toward Saint, still pinned on the hood. “This is going downhill fast. We need to get her inside while we handle club shit. We don’t want certain people showing up with her out here.”
“Prez, what should we do with her?” he calls across the car, and ‘Vike’ scowls over at me.
“Fuck,” he grits, then nods toward the largest building. “Get the bitch inside.”
Okay, enough with the name calling. No wonder Sinner’s so freaking grouchy when he comes over, dealing with these guys. “My name is Jude! Use it!” I demand and nearly all their mouths drop open.
I may be young and polite and quiet, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to stand my ground. Did any of them not just hear me screaming in that car? Clearly, I have a voice, and I’m able to be just as loud as they are. Instead, they act like a group of barbarians, speaking as if I’m not right here beside them.
A deep rumble grows near, and if I’d have to guess, I’d say its Sinner’s motorcycle. It’s been long enough for him to catch up to us—I think so, anyhow. He was not pleased in the least when Saint loaded me into the sports car with him, but I wasn’t about to pass up an adventure. Maybe I should’ve thought it through first.
“Viking?” Nightmare interrupts the sound of the bike, “You want her at the bar?”
Big guy waves me off. “Don’t fucking care where you stick her, just get her the fuck out of here.”
Jesus, is he a dick to everyone? That word seems to fit him; he’s not nice at all. I’m being shoved through the building door, just as I see Sinner come speeding into the parking lot on his motorcycle. He looks amazing straddling that motorcycle and also completely furious with a scowl the size of Texas on his face.
Pushing against Spider’s hold, I’m able to watch Sinner hop off his bike and practically run toward Saint, and then I’m inside with the freaking door blocked.
Sinner’s borderline manic as he strides toward me, fury written all over his striking features. The brothers leap between us, large bodies attempting to block us, with hands out to hold him back. He’s on a mission to cause some pain, no doubt. Everyone knows as well as I do that he’ll regret it after we’ve had a chance to cool down. You don’t stick together like we have and not have a few fights thrown in over the years.
“All this...for her?” It escapes me in a roar, my jealousy pointed in his direction.
I can be just as cross at him over the shit he’s pulled. I have every right. He’s lied to me for a female and for who knows how long. We’re supposed to be brothers. And he’s supposed to love me, just like I love him. Yet he’s been sneaking off for some pussy and then has the nerve to turn around and lie to my fucking face about it.
“Yes, for her, Saint. You don’t know shit about what’s goin’ on.” He peers around, eyeing the clubhouse. “Where is she?”
“I know you haven’t fucked her, ‘cause I had my fingers all up in that pussy last night, and it’s tight.” I spew the first hurtful thing that comes to mind. He’s merely arrived and already searching her out like some lost puppy. “Can’t wait to stick my cock in her. I bet the brothers will enjoy it too.”
He snarls, “Motherfucker!” lunging in my direction.
Exterminator and Nightmare move to hold him off, but I’m not sure it’ll work. Sinner’s the calm one of the two of us and to see him this angry, has me questioning everything. Does she mean more to him than me? It’s childish to think that way, but I do. He’s mine.
“You keep wasting time, Sin. She likes me already. I’ll take her, Sinner. I won’t let you have her. You’ll lose me and her both.”
The Prez scowls down at me. “Back the fuck off, Saint.” His forearm presses into my chest, holding me in place. “Sinner’s going to put a goddamn bullet in you and he’ll never forgive himself for that shit. Stop running your fucking mouth, brother. She’s just pussy.”
It takes all the self-restraint I have, and that’s not a lot I’m afraid, but I do it. My mouth clamps shut on the hate it wants to emit, and I attempt to climb my way back from the chaos I so greatly crave. I may be pissed off at Sinner, but I don’t want him to kill me. I don’t want him to bear that burden.
“Fine, just cage me up like you always do.”
“Can I let you go?” Viking probes, no longer applying as much pressure. He was holding me down with so much force, it felt as if he may crush my pecs under his massive arm. A few of us have caught his temper before, and the man doesn’t fuck around.
My foggy gaze meets his. “Let him kill me.”
“He’s not going to fucking kill you, brother. Christ, relax.”