Chapter 14
Skyla
T he music sinks into my soul, making everything good for the moment.
It has been a rough few days.
Aston has not been at the gym, and I got so worried that I called Tate to do a welfare check on him.
He was not happy with what he saw but he needs more to remove Aston from his family.
The boy’s mother played it off like Aston got hurt playing football at school, which I know for a fact that he does not play— he loves baseball.
Then we had a water leak at the gym, so we had to close for three days.
Plus, I have been having shit happening to me personally.
First, my car was vandalized. Whore was spray-painted on the gym window.
Everything seems to be petty high school shit like early hours of the morning phone calls, with breathing on the other end.
Then, I had twelve pizzas delivered to be paid for at the door.
The days have been very draining to say the least but those things have not been the only things weighing heavy on my mind.
Camo has still been radio silent, so after a big pint of ice cream and some wine, I decided that we were done, and I needed to move on. No more supernatural bikers for me. Even if they look like Greek gods and fuck like beasts.
My pussy will miss him, but she will get her fun elsewhere.
When Rocky suggested that we have a night out to relax and forget all the shit that we have been through, I readily agreed, needing to drink and dance the night away.
When Eva and I went shopping, I picked up a new outfit— one that makes my ass look damned good.
It is a two piece: the skirt is black, fitting tight to my body and stopping mid-thigh, while the top is covered in gold glitter, and molds to my upper body, with thin spaghetti straps.
I finished the outfit off with my black stiletto heels that do not kill my feet.
The big change to myself lately is that I have removed the blue from my hair, so now I am my natural black all over. I am not saying that I will keep this one color but for now, I am happy.
We are on the dance floor, enjoying the beats that the DJ is playing. Eva is dancing with Clark, while Rocky has his tongue down some chick’s throat. The guy behind me presses his erection against my ass.
He smells so good; not what I am used to but I push that thought away. The guy is good-looking with that all-American vibe, with dark hair, square jaw, and kind eyes.
With his hands on my waist, we dance and grind and if I am being completely honest with myself, I am liking the attention and the way he is making me feel.
“You are so sexy. I need to take you home with me,” he whispers against my ear.
Smirking at him over my shoulder, I let a smile spread across my face.
“Maybe.”
Leaning closer to Eva, I tell her that I need a drink and I’m going to the bar.
She nods, grinning like a fool, showing me her happiness.
I step away from the guy, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but I can’t stop myself from looking up at the balcony where I know the Kings sit when they come here, but I see no one.
The guy I was dancing with follows me, pressing against my back as I order a drink.
“What do you say to this being our last drink and then we get out of here? I need to feel you under me.” He nips at my ear, and I shiver.
My pussy quivers at the deep sound of his voice, the alcohol helping me with my horny state. I have not fucked anyone since I started sleeping with Camo, so this is welcome after the shit he has put me through.
“Shit, I am parched,” comes the sweet voice of my friend.
Eva climbs onto the stool next to me, grinning as she orders a drink.
“You having a good time?” I ask her.
“Hell yeah. We needed this, sister.”
“That we did.”
“Oh shit,” Eva mutters, then leans closer. “Camo. Incoming.”
I look over my shoulder, my smile slipping from my face. My eyes narrow as he gets closer to us. The man behind me, whose name I still do not know, stiffens as he clocks Camo storming toward us.
“What are you doing here, Camo?” I start before he can start speaking.
“I own the joint, baby, you know that,” he says, showing no emotion on his face.
“Then get back to work,” I say, before turning back to the bar.
I am not doing this with him again, not anymore. It is so freaking tiring dealing with his bullshit, with the lack of emotion he has for me unless he is buried balls deep.
“So, who is your friend, baby?” His voice makes me shiver, and I both hate and love it.
My dancing partner and almost fuck for the night looks down at me with a dipped brow, confusion etched on his face.
“I’m Dale, nice to meet you.” He holds his hand out for Camo, who just looks at the hand like it is covered in shit.
“Do I look like I give a fuck who you are? You have your hands on my woman.”
I snap at him, glaring. “I am not your woman as you have told me time and time again. So fuck off, Camo. Go back to your club whores.”
“What is he talking about?” Dale asks.
“Ignore him. He is fucking delusional,” I snipe, not meaning to because it is not this guy’s fault that Camo is a prick.
“Listen, I am not one to step on another man’s toes. You are hot as fuck, but if you belong to someone else, I am not dipping my dick in that.” He nods to Camo and leaves.
There goes my fucking buzz and my orgasm.
My anger spikes and I turn my glare back to the man standing in front of me.
“God, you really are a fucking prick. You do not want me, but you will not allow me to be happy with someone else. That is truly pathetic and childish.”
I turn to my friends and nod to them, knowing they all can read me.
“Skyla,” Camo calls to me, but I ignore him and march out of the nightclub, my friends right behind me.
There is a car already waiting, and I know that this is thanks to Clark. He knew that this altercation with Camo could go either way, but he will always have his bases covered.
We climb in and the driver takes off, but I see Camo step out of the club as we pull away. With his hands on his hips, he looks at me with anger, and I flip him off. He is not the only one seething right now, but I am the only one who has the right to be pissed and angry.
“Are you okay?” Eva’s sweet voice calls to me.
Nodding, I smile at her. “Yeah.”
“He needs to let you go.” I give her a tight nod and look out the window.
We arrive home, and my stomach drops when I see who is sitting on my doorstep. Rushing from the car, my friends hot on my heels, I fall to my knees in front of Aston.
“Oh my God, what happened?” He has a black eye, which is almost swollen shut, and a split lip.
“My stepdad.” He sobs as I hold him tightly to me. “He said that you sent a biker to hurt him, so he was going to hurt me because you need to mind your own business.”
The words he speaks send a tsunami of anger through me.
This is because of Camo. He stuck his nose into my business again, when it does not concern him.
“Skyla, do not do anything stupid,” Rocky calls to me.
I am sober; any buzz I had has gone and I can see and think clearly.
He has fucked up so bad this time that his actions have caused harm to someone I care about.
Pushing to my feet, I go inside and change out my heels, slipping into a pair of Docs. I pull my hair up into a bun and secure it with a hair tie, before going back outside.
“Take Aston inside and clean him up,” I say to Eva, as I drop down in front of the boy. “I need to go and take care of something. Stay with these guys; they will watch you until I get back, okay?”
He nods. I kiss the top of his head and turn to my car.
“Be careful, Sky,” Rocky calls. “You need me as back up, I am there.”
I nod and climb in, before backing out and driving in the direction of the Kings of Anarchy clubhouse. Camo is about to have a nasty piece of my mind.