Chapter 12 #2
He rolls his eyes at me and bends at the waist to shove his phone in his boot. Fuck me, that ass of his is bitable.
As a grumbling Ash helps Avery into her coat, his eyes fixed sullenly on the floor, Blaise pointedly keeps his own eyes on me and firmly away from her.
He smirks and crowds me into the wall until his chest is pinning me, and I can’t breathe with him o close.
“Give me a peek, little Star. I won’t tell the grumpy dicks. ”
Oh, the cheeky asshole is aiming for a punch to the kidneys. I scowl at him even as I hold the robe out for him to peer down.
The look in his eyes turns me into a freaking puddle.
He bites his lip and leans down to kiss me fucking senseless.
“Get off of her in my presence, Morrison! I know what she’s just shown you and if you’re now sporting a boner, I’ll cut it the fuck off!”
We break apart and Blaise smirks at me as I blush.
He helps me into one of Avery’s coats while shielding my outfit from the others and then walks me down to his car.
I sit in the back between Ash and Harley, keeping my eyes on the windshield so I don’t ruin my lingerie.
Well, any more than Blaise’s kiss has already.
We take the Maserati and I direct Blaise to the giant boat-shed at the Docks where the Twelve park their cars. The security guard at the fence looks in and dips his head in respect when he sees me. Avery giggles about it, and Harley mutters, “I told you guys, it’s fucking weird.”
We park between a Rolls Royce I’d guess is the Lynx’s, and a Bentley that has to belong to the Crow. The guys eye them appreciatively as they all get out of the car. I give myself a minute to slow my heart rate and shake my nerves.
Harley leans against the open car door to wait for me, debating with the others about which car is nicer.
I take advantage of their distraction and slide carefully out.
With a deep breath, I take the coat off and drop it on the back seat.
I push Harley gently out of the way with a palm on his back to shut the car door, and he turns to me to get an eyeful of the lingerie.
His jaw drops, stunned, and then he’s cursing viciously.
“Not a fan?” I gripe as he turns away from me.
“I’m walking around the fucking docks in the slums of the Bay, in nothing but boxers, and now I can’t even enjoy seeing you in whatever the hell you call that because Avery will actually fucking castrate me if she sees how much of a fan I am.”
Oh.
Right.
“Fuck,” croaks Ash from behind us, and I startle out of the daze Harley’s words have put me in.
Avery is smirking evilly with her hands on her hips, coat off and her phone in her hand.
Ash’s face settles into his cold mask as he takes a step backward.
“No. No, Avery, go on ahead,” he snaps, and Avery groans like she’s being murdered.
Blaise roars with laughter, completely at ease with the whole situation. “Good, isn’t it? Aves, I don’t mind you seeing what the Mounty does to my dick; we can walk together.”
“Fuck. Off,” she hisses at him, and grabs my arm. “You three can walk behind us until you learn to curb your fucking hormones. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
I smirk at them and turn to walk with Avery, flashing them the back of the teddy. I hear groans and give my ass a little wiggle for good measure.
“This way, Aves, remember to let me do the talking.”
The chump at the door stares at us.
I don’t know him, he’s obviously new, and I do not like the way he’s leering at Avery.
It’s hard not to lose my shit because I knew this would happen!
I fucking warned them all and I can already see the way our night is going to go.
If he doesn’t stop looking at her, Ash is going to beat him, then Harley will seal the deal and slit the fucker’s throat, all while Blaise watches them with glee, and we haven’t even made it into the building yet.
The guy sneers at us, his lip curling like he’s some big show worth our attention. “If you’re trying to sneak into this party, you chose the wrong color. The Wolf doesn’t bring friends. Ever.”
Avery giggles mockingly, the sound like glass shards and open arteries. I smirk and take a step forward. “You should let us pass. You’re going to regret it if you don’t.”
He looks over my shoulder at the guys and snorts. “I’m with the fucking Jackal. You think three pretty boys are going to scare me? You all reek of money, but cash ain’t gonna get you in here.”
Blatant lie, cash is the fastest way in if you pick the right color and door, but there’s no good in pointing that out to him.
He pauses again and gives Avery a slow sweep over with his eyes.
He’s so busy assessing her that he doesn’t notice the wall of muscle that appears behind him.
Avery’s body goes rigid as she takes the newcomer in, her only sign of fear, and the chump probably mistakes the reaction as a response to his predatory gaze.
“Maybe I’ll let you lot in, gimme that little rich cunt to break for the night and the rest of you can go through.”
My eyes lock with Illi’s, my voice cold, as I make my opinion about this piece of shit crystal clear. “No one calls Avery a cunt, Illi. No one.”
The chump pisses himself when he turns to see the Butcher grinning at him, clad only in a pair of white boxer briefs and white combat boots. Well, he also has several knives, a gun, and his signature meat cleaver strapped to his body but personally, I know it’s the grin that means the most danger.
He leans forward and reaches into the chump’s pocket. Avery raises an eyebrow at me and my smile in return is smug as fuck.
“Y’know why your boss handed you this little torch?” Illi croons as he pulls said torch out and waves it in the guy’s face. I laugh quietly under my breath.
Avery is going to lose her mind.
“It-it’s to identify—” The guy fumbles his words so hard Illi pats him on the shoulder and interrupts him.
“Yeah. It’s to find marks that don’t show up otherwise.
You used it tonight? You waved it at anyone or are you more of a big-man type?
Ah, bingo, I called it! You gotta thing for raping little girls.
You like using your cheap little Jackal tramp-stamp to get you some unwilling pussy. I know all about your type.”
Illi switches the torch on and aims it over his cheek.
The Wolf insignia glows.
I startle when I see it because I didn’t mention it to him when I took him on. I didn’t feel comfortable asking him to do it and now Harley’s going to pitch a fit at me. Fuck.
The chump fumbles over his words again, pathetically, “I know y-you belong to th-the Wolf. Everyone does. B-b-but—”
Illi flicks the torch light over to me, and Avery gasps as my skin begins to glow.
“Fuck!” The guy screeches and as he tries to scramble away, Illi stabs him, right in the gut, and gives the knife a little turn for good measure. I didn’t even see his hand move toward the knife; he’s just that good.
I lift a brow at him as the guy squeals like the stuck pig he is.
He gives me an innocent look back, one that only he could have the balls to try right now.
“What? He’ll live! You said no one insults your little bestie so I’m making sure it never happens again.
You’re welcome! I’d hug you but, honestly, seeing you in that thing is like seeing my sister naked.
It’s fucking disturbing so let’s never do this again. ”
I laugh and grab Avery’s hand, tugging her forward and glancing over my shoulder at the guys. They’re all staring at Illi with a deep distrust, hatred, and just a little bit wary. I won’t fault them; he did just stab a guy.
“So, this is Illi. He’s a treasure.”