Dana started yanking on his arm. “Come on, babe. I’m hungry.”
Rage saw the scowl on Ax’s face and knew why. During the few weeks Dana had been around, she never once offered to help with anything. She acted like a slut and only wanted to sit around and fuck, but she wanted to be treated like an old lady, which would never happen.
“Maybe you could help the girls sometimes,” Ax said.
“I already have a job.” Dana rolled her eyes.
Rage scowled down at her. Hell, he dreaded being around Dana the second week she was with him. But he thought he’d rather be with her than without his own woman. He didn’t know how to feel about Harley. He was glad she was back, but there were so many emotions rushing through him.
Rage let her tug on him. “Let’s go.”
He heard Harley’s cheerful laugh before he saw her. She was so tiny, and there were so many people around she got lost in them.
When she turned his way, her smile fell. “Hello, Rage. You look good.”
“We’re glad you’re back.”
“I’m glad to be back,” Harley said. “It was hard seeing my aunt in pain, but I’m glad I was able to be with her in the end.”
Rage saw the scowl on Dana’s face and the look of jealousy.
Harley reached over the counter. “Hi, I’m Harley.”
Dana stared at her hand like it was a snake. Rage was pissed when Dana refused to shake her hand. Harley pulled her hand back.
“This is Dana,” Rage said.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Harley said. “I better get back to work.”
Harley waved at him and then turned to help cut bread.
Dana yanked on his arm. “Come on, babe. Feed me. I need the energy for the fuck-fest we’re having later.”
Rage saw Harley stiffen for a moment and then relax. He also noticed all the disapproving looks from the other people around them. Dana’s time was coming to an end. He couldn’t handle her shit anymore.
He grabbed two plates. “Let’s go.”
Later that night, he was close to smacking the bitch. He knew she started trying to get in his pants and was all over him when the girls, including Harley, walked out the back door. Rage was glad Harley sat with her back to them. He grabbed Dana’s hands.
He growled. “Knock it off. Let’s go.”
For the rest of the night, he caught glimpses of Harley. The more he saw her, the more he wanted her. In his heart, he knew no one could replace Harley, and he needed to deal with it.
He and Dana were sitting out at the fire with a few guys. He could tell his brothers didn’t like her. Actually, no one did. That told him a lot, and he needed to break it off with her.
“Quit looking at the slut. You’re with me,” Dana said.
Rage growled. “Don’t ever call her that, and your time with me is coming to an end. I can’t deal with your shit. I think you’d be happier being a slut than a girlfriend.”
“What, no. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to fit in,” Dana said.
“You’ve been here a few weeks, and the old ladies still don’t like you.”
Dana got an ugly, angry face. “They’re goody-two-shoes.”
Rage scowled. “They’re nice women who care about all of us.”
“Let me just stay the weekend. Please. I promise to be good.”