Chapter 5
My eyes snapped open, jolted out of sleep. Disorientated for a second, I glanced around, not remembering where the hell I was. The murky light shining through the curtains told me the sun hadn’t fully risen.
Another yell and a crash sounded from below, reminding me of the nightmare I found myself in.
The room itself was basic, still like an old motel room.
The bed was new though, and the sheets were clean.
I’d dumped my bags by the closet, not bothering to unpack.
I didn’t intend to be here long enough for that.
It had taken an age to get to sleep, despite how tired I was.
I’d called Declan to let him know I was safe, but was too tired to linger on a call, promising I’d speak to him tomorrow.
Of course, it didn’t help I’d heard Hudson fucking some slut up against the wall next to my room.
I’d paced and raged once Warren left and I’d locked the door, angry and confused and, if I was being honest, hurt.
He did it on purpose. He wanted me to see him with her.
That was his MO, after all. As much as it hurt to see, I should have known to expect it.
What I hadn’t expected was him blatantly throwing it in my face, making sure I heard everything.
The first thing I intended to do when I saw my father was get him to put me somewhere else.
It was bad enough seeing the debauchery Blade was involved in last night.
I did not need to lie in a bed I didn’t want to be in, listening to him screw anything with a vagina.
There was more crashing and the sound of shattering glass. I pulled the door open, peering down the hall. The door opposite opened and my brother exited, dragging on his cut, looking annoyed.
“Go back in your room,” he told me, storming towards the stairs.
Fuck that, I followed him.
“You heard him.”
I ignored Hudson too and dashed past his open door before he could think about trying to stop me. He cursed, and I heard him coming after me, so I picked up the pace.
“Dammit Waverley,” his hand snagged my t-shirt, but I twisted and wiggled out of his grasp and leapt down the last two stairs, rounding the corner into the common area.
I ground to a halt, eyes wide at the scene.
Not expecting me to have stopped so abruptly, Hudson crashed into my back, almost knocking me down.
His hands went around my stomach to stop me face planting.
I pushed his hands off and moved away. If he thought he could manhandle me, he had another think coming.
He held my arm, though, and tugged me backwards.
“Watch it,” he indicated to where my bare feet almost stepped on broken glass. Once he let go of me like my touch burned him, he moved away.
I pushed away any thoughts of him caring if I got hurt and looked at the commotion. An unexpected laugh burst out of me. Three grown ass bikers stood in the corner, caged in, trying to figure out how to get in the middle of the fight. Blade was still drunk, swaying and looking confused.
A prospect I didn’t know had his hands on his head, pulling at his hair so it stuck up all over the place, and an older guy I recognised but forgot his name, was bouncing forward and back, his hands held in front of him, trying to decide who, or where to grab first. Everyone else looked as amused as I was.
“Body slam her, War.” Someone shouted, followed by raucous male laughter.
“Hell,” Hudson muttered, moving around me as Warren stepped into the fray and grabbed the blonde around the waist.
He lifted her off her feet, but she was like a wild cat, legs and arms flailing, unwilling to be dragged away.
The dark-haired girl sat on the floor by a broken table, glass strewn everywhere.
Her hair weave had been ripped out of her head, and hung over her shoulder, still attached by a few stretched out stitches, which had to hurt like hell.
Blood ran down her face and her dress was torn, one breast hanging out on full display.
“A little help,” Warren snarled at Hudson, but his best friend just crossed his arms over his chest.
“Looks like you got it handled,” he smirked.
Warren got the girl in his arms under control. He was furious and if the girl had any sense, she’d stop trying to break away.
“Watch it,” Blade shrieked, causing more male laughter at his drunken display, but he was warning Warren about the downed girl as she lunged at them, nails clawing at the other woman’s face, her teeth snapping. She got a good grip on the other girl’s hair and tried to rip her from Warren’s grasp.
I’d seen fights before, men with fists flying and girls slapping each other, but this was a full-on bitch fight. There was pure rage on her face as she punched the blonde in the gut. I was tempted to cover my ears from the screeching. God knew how Warren hadn’t burst an ear drum.
Warren spun away so his back was to the other girl, and I realised it was the slut with Hudson last night. Couldn’t help but wonder what caused the fight. Was it Hudson? I folded my arms across my chest, less shocked and despite myself, almost cheered on the dark-haired girl as she kicked out.
Her bare foot hit Warren’s arm and the look he gave her would have made grown men shit their pants. Finally, Hudson stepped in, the amusement going out of the situation now the VP had been hit.
He grabbed the dark-haired girl around the waist and shoulders, effectively pinning her arms to her sides, walking her backwards as he told her to stop.
“Calm the fuck down!” Warren roared.
It was as though a switch had flipped. The blonde stopped struggling, still gasping for breath from the punch to her stomach, but she was no longer fighting. Warren dragged her to the other side of the room by the arm and threw her onto the couch.
“What the hell, Tanya?” he shouted in her face. “Look at this goddamn mess.”
Tanya looked cowed and clutched her arms around her waist. Her hair was a mess, and she had scratches all down her chest and arms, the beginning of a large bruise forming on her cheek. The men around me were laughing and dispersing back to what they would normally be doing.
Casper stepped by and kicked the broken table to the corner. Another young guy appeared with a brush and shovel to sweep the glass, like good little lemmings. Casper caught my eye, giving me a wink before looking over at his VP, who stood over Tanya with a seriously pissed off look on his face.
“Itchy, get over here,” Hudson called. A slim kid with a prospect cut on hurried to Hudson, who handed off the girl. “Take her to the annexe. See if Rosa is around. Her legs are fucked up.”
Itchy nodded and left with the girl, who was trying not to cry, but she looked well and truly worked over and Hudson was right. The broken glass cut her up pretty badly. Hudson caught my eye but looked away, a frown marring his face as he stared at the girl on the couch.
“Why are you fighting with Gia?” Warren asked, rolling his eyes. Clearly, this was beneath him. He noticed me and arched a brow but didn’t reprimand me for not following his orders. He knew I wouldn’t listen.
Tanya burst into tears and threw herself at Hudson.
He had no choice but to catch her and put his arms around her waist. I drew in a sharp breath, pain lancing through me, but saw he would rather be anywhere else than here right now.
Pushing her back, he held her at arm’s length, giving her a stern look.
“Tanya!”
Tears and blood covered her face as she turned to my brother. Hudson wasn’t doing anything to help her now. I didn’t feel even a little bad about the smirk on my lips. The other girl may have come off worse, but she’d messed up Tanya’s face.
“I’m losing my damn patience.”
“I’m so sorry, War,” she whimpered, but it was a total act. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, but I had to defend myself.”
I looked at Warren and saw why he was the VP. Imposing and hard faced, he wasn’t taking any shit from this woman. It freaked me out how harsh he looked, while most of his brothers are amused.
Besides our dad, Warren was the highest-ranking person in the club. I walked over to the bar, eyeing up a coffee machine. Casper finished clearing up and came over. He raised a brow, and I nodded as he went to the machine. It was quiet enough to hear the conversation on the couch.
“She said some shit about me.” Tanya raised her chin, and I watched as her lip wobbled. She was a good actress, I’d give her that.
“And you thought smashing up our shit is the way to deal with that?”
She chewed on her lip and glanced at Hudson again, but she wasn’t getting any sympathy and I wondered if she was just a lay for him or if there was more to it, definitely on her part given the way she was staring at him. I knew that look pretty fucking well.
“What the fuck could she have said that made this seem like a good idea?”
After a moment of silence, realising she was in deep shit, she lifted her chin. “Gia said…I’d always be a whore and…he would never. I would be no one’s idea of a…” she trailed off and looked at Hudson.
Hudson looked at my brother and some silent conversation happened between them.
For the first time since we came downstairs, Warren’s lips tilted.
Has this amused him? Knowing two women were fighting over Hudson?
I turned as Casper put a mug of steaming black coffee in front of me and I thanked him with a head nod as he held out a few packets of sugar.