“I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Me t—too.” It was all he could muster as I threw open the door and left him alone in his hospital room.
Fuck! I really hope I wasn’t walking into a firing squad.
Chapter Thirteen
Shasta
Sabbath forced me back into our shared bedroom. I’d managed to grab a single duffle of clothes, but the rest of my things were back at Clash’s secret pad.
When we got back to the clubhouse, Sabbath was on a warpath, making sure that everyone knew he wanted to hold Church. Before he took off, he manhandled me down the hallway, throwing me down on the bed that once was our sanctuary.
“Stay here and don’t fucking move. Got me?”
My head bobbed robotically, still stunned by all his threats and accusations. Somehow, he was starting to piece things together, which meant I’d probably never get to exact my revenge like we planned.
Overthrowing Sabbath was going to be extremely difficult now that he was starting to sniff around me like a possessive dog.
He violently covered my lips with his, a kiss so unappealing it made my toes curl in repulsion.
He’d never kissed me like that before, and I didn’t think I liked it at all. There was nothing sexy about it. It wasn’t hot or sexy, or anything that would make me wet and needy.
It was just bad—possessively bad.
He quickly left the room, not bothering to close the door as he shouted, “Church!” down the hallway.
You could hear the scrambling of feet as the men of the club raced to catch up with him. Church was a mandatory thing, and whatever he had to say had to be important if he was calling for it this late in the day.
It had my mind racing and my heart beating erratically in my chest. Was he going to bring up me? Would the men who touched me be okay? Would I hear gunshots or other things coming from behind the closed door instead of muffled voices?
All these thoughts had me rising from the bed, curiosity getting the best of me. I had to know…
I had to make sure my men were okay.
But I didn’t get very far, because the second I took a step into the hallway, the scent of man hit my nose, and black leather brushed past me.
Dominating eyes took me in as I peered up into the darkest fucking eyes I’d ever seen, getting lost in the hollowness of them. His dazzling smile followed, and my heart thrummed inside my chest as Wasp’s overpowering presence took over the small hallway.
“Excuse me,” he said, smiling wildly, his gaze dipping down to the tiny bit of cleavage that peeked out of my shirt.
I suddenly felt very exposed, but turned on at the same time, wishing he would box me against the wall much like he did Keelie. Heat flushed over my flesh as my temperature spiked, breathing becoming erratic and clumsy.
“You look flushed,” he noted, smirking.
“I—I—” Stuttering words were all I could squeak out, his scent invading my senses like unwanted ninjas.
Then I felt the desire pool between my legs, and it was like he could sense it as well. His eyes dilated, his nostrils flaring ever so slightly.
“Keep looking at me like that, Queenie, and I might just have to show you my sting.” He was leaning forward, his manly scent dismantling me.
I couldn’t function, let alone speak, as his arms boxed me in, his handsome features shadowed by the light sitting at his back.
Beat.
Beat.
Beat.