Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
KODIAK
“Shane,” I growl. “That bitch started it.” My finger hovers over the skank on the monitor. “Why would you let my girl be arrested for defending herself?”
“That’s what the arresting officers advised,” he tells me. “I just wanted them removed from the premises and banned.”
“You’re banning Luna and her friend from your… establishment .” I embellish the word, leaning over him. I know this move makes him uncomfortable, and since that was my goal, I don’t back off.
“I didn’t know she was yours at the time,” he mumbles. “I can lift the ban.”
“That’d be a good idea,” I retort. “What did she drink and how much did she ingest to make her that sick? She wasn’t wobbly when she walked so she wasn’t drunk. Did someone do something to her?”
Although, to be honest, I’m rather impressed by the amount she spewed. I’m sure she was embarrassed as hell, but she covered that overdressed heifer completely. Not only that, but the tape appears to show her trying to apologize until the other woman put her hands on her. Then, her friend jumped in front of Luna and that’s when the fists started flying.
“Not here! I run a clean club,” Shane argues. “Watch.” He backtracks and picks up the day’s event from the viewpoint from the back of the bar. “See. Nobody touched her drink but her and my bartender didn’t slip anything inside of it.”
“Did she only have that one mixed drink?” I ask, my brows drawn in. “I’ve seen her drink before and she can hold down one cocktail without it affecting her.”
I’m at a total loss as to what would have her getting violently ill, especially since Shane has proven her drink wasn’t tampered with, and it appears she only had the one at that, because once the cops showed up, all involved were arrested. I mean, a stomach thing could be going around, but it’s not like I keep up with that shit. Plus, I’d like to think I know my moon well enough that if she wasn’t feeling well, she wouldn’t go out.
As my mind wanders, I leave without saying another word to Shane. Looking down at my wristwatch, I know that enough time has passed that she should’ve been released. Sliding out my phone, I send her a message to check on her. She may not be truthful about what’s going on, but at least I’ll get a gut instinct about how she’s doing.
Me: You haven’t answered my texts. Are you ghosting me, Luna Moon?
I wait on my bike for a few minutes, hoping for a quick response.
Luna: It’s been an eventful few days. I’m sorry about the lack of communication. I’m not ‘ghosting’ you Marcum. I swear. I have a few things to do. When I get home I’ll message you.
I’d rather hear her voice but I’ll settle for a text. Slipping my phone into my cut, I take off for the clubhouse to wait. She’s definitely more than I ever anticipated or expected, yet I’m finding out that I’m enjoying getting to learn all the different facets of her personality.
Auto is looking into her friend, Demi. Whereas she seems to be a good one, I’m not sure how I feel about the fact that she instigated the violent altercation and dragged my girl into it. Once I have more intel, I’ll know better how to deal with the woman.
Yes, the skanky ass bitch in the line for the restroom ran her mouth, and yes, she put hands on my woman. Something I’ll deal with later, but no fists were flying until Demi stepped in and amped up the conflict.
Lounging in the clubhouse with a beer, I watch as Auto comes rushing into the room looking excited about what he’s gearing up to tell me.
“What?” I ask, initiating the conversation because knowing my brother as well as I do, I know he was preparing to draw the shit out and tease me about whatever it is he’s discovered.
“Conan,” Auto calls out my brother's name which has me narrowing my eyes at him in suspicion.
“What’s up, man?” Xavier answers.
“When I say the name Demoness, what’s the first thought that enters your mind?” Auto asks, a smirk on his face.
“That fucking wildcat we’ve seen at the underground circuit, why?” my brother questions. “She’s undefeated and has been since she first stepped into the ring. Never seen anyone so fierce, either.”
I’m growing tired of Auto and Xavier’s ping-pong match so glaring at Auto, I demand, “Just spit it out. You’re not Paul Harvey, for fuck’s sake.”
“Who’s Paul Harvey?” Auto asks. Shaking his head, he says, “Never mind. The reason I asked is because Luna’s friend is Demoness!”
“No shit!” Xavier roars. “Damn, I gotta meet her.” His head swivels my way and he drops to his knees and lifts his hands like he’s praying. “Please, Kodiak. You’re my in. Get me an introduction… please, please, please.”
Of course she is , I think to myself. Only my woman could have a best friend who’s fearless. I’ve seen her fight, of course, we all have, and she’s a wrecking ball who regularly goes up against opponents who are taller than her and outweigh her. Then she proceeds to wipe the mat with them. She’s become a headliner on the circuit and we’ve all made some serious cash thanks to her skills.
I choose not to think too closely about considering Luna my woman; that’s for another time. I’ve announced to the public that she’s mine, it’s my way of giving her that umbrella of protection, but whether or not we make this a permanent thing has yet to be decided.
Frustrated with Xavier’s antics, I lift my foot and push him onto his ass. “Stop begging like a little bitch. Do you seriously think I’d take that risk? Introducing you to the woman who’s got the power to dissuade Luna from accepting me in her life? No way in hell, brother. You’re too much of a risk.”
He makes a pfft sound and says, “Oh, please, Kodiak. If she’s half as enamored as I think she is, this lifestyle isn’t gonna put her off.”
“Let me meet her before I make any decisions,” I lie, stalling. “I’ll lay the groundwork with her and see if she’s receptive. If I think you fucking her and discarding her will hurt my relationship with Luna, all bets are off.”
“Since we know she’s in town, maybe I’ll track her down and ‘ accidentally’ bump into her,” Xavier says, thinking out loud.
“You’ll keep your distance until I say otherwise,” I growl out.
“Fuck. Fine, pres, ” Xavier sneers. “I’ll wait for your precious command before I do anything.”
Yeah, I know my brother better than that. The fucker’s gonna go behind my back, ignore my directive to try and find Demi so he can finagle an introduction. Sadly, we don’t have any runs I can send him on right now. Otherwise, I’d have his ass in his saddle in the next half hour so he’d be far away from either woman.
With him being the VP, and if he has another vote in his pocket, he can dismiss my order seeing as it’s not club related—it’s personal.
Motherfucker.
I want the chance to see if the spark I remember growing between us was real or a figment of my imagination. Anytime her face is brought up in my mind, the feel of her writhing beneath me follows and I want to experience it all over again.