Chapter 21
KILLA
The chaos behind me plays out like background noise, just another Friday night in the clubhouse, or Saturday morning, depending on what time it is.
All I know is, I’d rather be anywhere but here.
Preferably in Little Demon’s warm bed with her slick, bloody cunt draped over my thigh while I stroke her soft hair.
Jesus, it felt good between my fingers.
How the hell did I pinpoint that? Since when does a woman’s hair feel good in my hand? I spin the beer bottle in my palm, staring at it.
“Rough night?” My gaze shoots to Stella, and she holds her hands up in defense.
“Not prying, just going with the bloody fingers.” She gestures toward my hand, and I am only now realizing my fingers are still coated in Cassidy’s blood.
It must have happened when I jerked my cock, because the two fingers she sucked are considerably cleaner than the rest. My cock throbs, and I cringe at the response it has at just thinking of her.
I shake my head and clear my throat. “No. It was a great night.”
Stella tilts her head, her eyes searching mine, and for the first time in ages, I don’t mind her scrutiny. “So why the long face?”
Warrior drops onto the bar stool beside me. “He’s fucking his enemy but doesn’t wanna.”
Stella makes a strangled laughing sound. “You don’t wanna? Are you forcing your cock to get hard?” she teases.
Warrior’s face scrunches like she offended him. “Don’t talk about brothers’ cocks,” he chastises.
She looks up with exasperation. “Seriously, Killa. If you don’t want to sleep with her, speak to Savage.”
Yeah, she’s got this all wrong.
Warrior chuckles. “He wants to fuck her; he just doesn’t want to.”
She scoffs. “Yes, because that makes perfect sense.” Again, her eyes roll.
“He wants answers.” Warrior speaks for me, and honestly, I’m a little grateful he makes it sound like I have my shit together.
“Answers to what?” she asks.
“Club business,” he clips out before I can answer.
“Well, have you tried talking to her when you’re not fucking her?”
I grunt, and she knows us all too well to know that means not really.
“You should try that.” She smiles. “Buy her something nice and woo her. Get her to confide a little. Open up. You’ll probably get more out of her if you try having a conversation instead of demanding like you all tend to do.”
She might be onto something there. Maybe I need a different approach with her—actually speak to her instead of trying to intimidate her.
“Bikers don’t fucking woo.” Warrior’s lip curls. “Besides, the only thing he wants her to open up are her legs.”
“Pretty sure you’d woo a certain someone if she walked through the door.” Smirking, she points toward the door. This time, it’s him who grunts.
A high-pitched yowl breaks the conversation, and we all turn to witness Winnie pinning down one of the prospects.
The music cuts, and the chairs screech across the floor as everyone clears, knowing what a bloodbath this could turn into.
“Fuck!” Venom shouts as he comes thundering from his room, buckling up his jeans in the process. “Winnie, stop!” She turns her head to face him, her white fangs on display and her green eyes flared. Her tail swishes from side to side, and I smile. She’s playing with the prospect.
“She’s ready for a hunt. You could ask Venom if you could take her to meet Cassidy, then she might talk,” Warrior suggests with a deep chuckle, and my hand tightens around my beer to stop me from reacting. Fucker doesn’t know when to leave it.
“Who?” Stella looks between us.
“The woman Killa is fuckin’.”
I wince at his choice of words but stare ahead, determined not to let my emotions show, even though inside, I’m burning with a need to punish him for talking about her that way.
“Wait, you said Cassidy?” Stella asks, and her brow furrows. “Cassidy who?”
“The bitch whose brother took Alisha from us,” Warrior clarifies, dousing my previous lust in cold water and reminding me why I’m fucking her in the first place. “Cassidy Steel.”
Stella flinches, her eyes full of concern, and I hate that.
“How the fuck do you know her?” I bite out.
Her face whitens, and her eyes fill with something indescribable. “You… you know I can’t tell you that.”
“She a patient of yours?”
“No!” she clips back, and something lodges in my heart.
“I can’t discuss patients with you.” She speaks low. Really low, almost like she’s talking to herself.
A patient of hers.
Suddenly, something from a previous conversation clicks into place, and I glare back at her. “The kid can speak.”
She swallows hard, no doubt thinking she’s given too much away, but she knows she can trust us, like we can trust her.
Hope fills her eyes. “Are you sure?” Her eyes implore mine, then she shakes her head and guilt swims in them.
Am I sure? The question grates on me. Is this the shit Cassidy has to put up with? I’ve seen and witnessed firsthand how she speaks to her son, and him to her. She loves him and he adores her. Hell, she went without sanitary products so the kid could have his damn chocolate.
Something no mother should have to do.
Guilt cuts through me when I think about it, a surge of pain so deep my fist covers my heart in a lame attempt to shield it.
“Heard him with my own two goddamn ears,” I fire back. “Speaks just fine.”
“Didn’t hear him say much when you had your cock down her throat and he walked in.” Hunter chuckles and drops down on the stool next to me. Fury fires through me as I slice my gaze over to his, and then I push back on my bar stool to stand.
“You did what?” Stella gasps, and Warrior’s chuckle gets louder while the room suddenly feels like it’s shrinking in, suffocating me.
“The kid speaks,” I grit out, and barge past Warrior, knocking his shoulder.
“Killa? Where are you going?” Stella chases after me as I storm outside. “Killa, wait!”
She rushes toward me as I throw a leg over my hog. “Killa, please.” Desperation laces her words, and I peer down at her hand curled around my biceps. “Please, they’ve been through so much.”
“Ain’t gonna hurt ’em,” I confess, and shrug her hand off me.
“Aren’t you?” She eyes me suspiciously, and her words twist in my gut, but I shake them off.
Turning the throttle on my hog, my Harley roars to life, causing her to take a step back.
It’s time for my little demon to unite with the devil again, but this time, I have a new agenda.
It appears I should fucking woo her.