Chapter 24
Skyla
T he sight of those women makes my stomach churn. Seeing them leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
Their glares and whispers are like needles pricking at my skin.
Each one of them has had a piece of Camo, and the thought of it makes my blood boil. I want to scream, to tell them to leave, but I stay silent, my fingers flexing around the blanket covering me. They whisper among themselves, probably about me, judging me with their eyes and words.
I hate feeling like this, seeing them, knowing they have had what should be mine. All I want is for Camo to walk through that door and take me home. I do not belong here, nor do I want to be here having them shoved in my face.
But for now, I have to endure their presence, waiting for him to come back.
The one Camo was fucking when I walked into this very room, looks at me smugly and I want nothing more than to slap it off her over-make-upped face.
That look has been on her face since I got here, even when Camo kissed me.
It is like she is holding onto a secret that will add more cracks to my heart.
“Hey, do you need anything? Pain medication?” Delaney asks, sitting next to me.
She is the one club girl who is nice and I often wonder why she is here. The Kings treat her well, except Thorin, who likes to keep his distance, but I see how he looks at her, and her him.
Shaking my head, I tell her, “No, I am good for now, thank you. I hate them.” I nod in the club girls’ direction.
“Me too. I really do not know why Winger or the guys keep them around. Winger hates drama but they cause it all the time. Cotton brought a chick back here one night, who he picked up at the bar, and that lot scared her away before he got his dick wet. He was pissed but they are still here.”
“Free, easy pussy wins every time, I guess.” I wince, looking at her. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No, it is fine.” Her hand lands on my arm. “I know why I am here; plus, I have been here long enough now that I have grown a second skin to stop all the hateful comments and digs from penetrating my heart.”
“Do you think you will leave the club when the right time comes?”
My question startles her, as she looks at me with a wide, curious gaze.
She takes a moment and looks around the room, her gaze stopping at the hallway entrance that leads to where the brothers hold their boardroom meetings.
“Maybe. Maybe sooner rather than later.” Her voice shows her sorrow and I hate it.
I think Delaney and I could be great friends.
“We need a coffee date with Eva and my other guys. Bring you into our fold, you will fit right in with us.”
The smile that takes over her face lets me know that I said the right thing. Me and my people are a group of mismatched people, so we would be happy to add to our crew. I feel she is like someone I could truly connect with.
“I would like that, thank you, Skyla. As you would have noticed, I do not have many female friends around here.”
Before I can answer, we are interrupted.
“Oh look, the club whore with the flavor of the week.” We both look up to see the four club girls standing in front us, forming a barrier around us.
“Fuck off, Shaz, you know that Camo has claimed Skyla,” Delaney snaps, making the other woman giggle.
“He hasn’t done shit yet, little mouse,” the one named Liz sneers at my new friend.
“Hey, back the fuck off. Go back to where you were sitting and leave us alone,” I state firmly, fucking hating that I cannot get into a fight right now, as I am still recovering from my surgery.
“You don’t get to tell us what to do, flavor of the week, you are nothing, you are lower than nothing.” Shaz laughs, but I hear the snarl in her tone.
“You may think that he is yours but, honey, remember it was me he was fucking when you waked in on us. Does that look like a man who is claiming you?” Shaz pipes in, and I fucking hate her.
I want to stab her with a spoon, gouge her eyes out. A snarl rips from my throat and I move, but wince when pain shoots through my abdomen.
The sluts laugh, taking great joy in my pain.
“Fuck off, Shaz. Go back to sucking cock.”
“At least I work for my place here. From what I have heard when the brothers are talking, you have not fucked any of them in months. I say you need to be kicked out for not fulfilling the job description,” she replies, folding her arms under her huge fake breasts.
Delaney pushes to her feet, stepping closer and fuck me, I wish I could back her up.
“I pull my weight around here, bitch. Winger offered me a deal, so I do everything that you slow cunts refuse to do. You may take cock like a used up whorebag, but I cook and clean, looking after them in different ways. At least I have their fucking respect.”
“Oh, go, girl,” I call out, smiling like a loon.
“You bitch. The brothers take care of us, they respect us.”
I laugh out loud again, causing them all to look at me with glowering gazes, making me laugh harder.
“Bitch, those men do not respect you. They use you as a warm hole to get off, that is it. And as for them making you their Ol’ Lady one day, you are beyond delusional. They would have done it before now, and they also would have sensed that you are their mate.”
“You need to learn you place, you fat cunt,” Liz growls and it makes me laugh harder, which makes my stomach muscles tense, sending a new wave of pain through my nerve endings.
“Oh fuck. They need to leave before I bust a stitch laughing,” I call out, making Delaney look at me over her shoulder, and it is that moment that Liz makes her move.
Her hand comes up and before I can warn my friend, Liz’s palm connects with Delaney’s cheek.
She cries out, but quickly recovers and lunges for the scrawny club girl.
“Get her, girl,” I bellow.
They grapple on the floor, Delaney being pinned to the floor, but thankfully she twists her legs, flipping them so she is on top, wailing on the slut. Pulling hair, scratching, but Delaney is punching, making the woman cry out, and blood seeps from her nose, making me grin.
The other women cheer on their friend, who is clearly losing.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?” I look up, seeing the men rush from the room, pulling the two women apart.
Camo comes to me, cupping my face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I do not take my eyes off Delaney.
Thorin has his big, tattooed arms wrapped around Delaney’s tiny waist, while Halen picks the club girl up off the floor.
“She came at me. We only came over here to see if Skyla needed anything, and Delaney told us to leave, that she was her only friend,” Shaz cries, all fucking fake tears.
I tense up, feeling Camo’s eyes on me. I look to him and silently shake my head, letting him know that the club girl is lying.
“She started it,” Delaney states, pulling from Thorin’s hold.
And I shit you not, he said the words that will stay with Delaney for a long time.
“Did she though?” His deep voice makes Delaney shiver, as her eyes widen at his question.
Oh shit, he has fucked up, and the feeling in my gut when something bad is about to happen rolls through me.
“What are you saying? I just told you, she came at me after saying some nasty shit to Skyla.” Thorin keeps looking at Delaney, but I catch Winger’s eyes and I nod, confirming what she is saying is true but Thorin doesn’t listen.
“You have made it clear that you do not like the club whores, you have never tried to get along with them, but you are forgetting that it was your job once. Just because you got Pres on your side to let you stop, don’t mean shit, you are just like them, Delaney.
Your job was to fuck the brothers when needed.
” His arms fold across his massive chest.
I gasp at his words, my gaze flicking around the room, seeing the club girls looking on smugly, happy that they have won this fight. Delaney steps back from the hulking vampire, but not out of fear, more like he just shattered her heart.
“I see.” Her voice cracks. Her heart fracturing open in front of the whole club.
You can hear a pin drop as we wait for Delaney or someone else to say something but it stays quiet, until I call her name.
“Delaney, come—” She holds her hands up to stop me.
Looking to her right, her gaze lands on Winger, a frown hits his face seeing the way she is looking at him.
“Thank you, for everything, Pres. You will never know how much I appreciate what you and the club have done for me.” She steps around Thorin, who is solid as a stone statue.
“Delaney, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Oryn calls to her.
Camo pushes to his feet, but I grip his hand that hangs close to my face, stopping his steps. He looks down at me.
“Let her go,” I whisper, and after a few seconds, he nods.
Delaney stops across the room, her body tight, showing her anguish, then turns to look at Thorin who refuses to give her any attention.
“I think you know.” Tears roll down her porcelain skin, the red mark from the slap a stark contrast to her paleness, evidence of what just happened.
No one says anything, which makes my anger grow.
“You fucking prick. I do not know what the fuck she ever did to you, for you to just shatter her heart like that. I am so freaking disappointed in you, Thorin. I would love to learn if vampires grow body parts back after they have been cut off, and you—” I point to the club girls who all jump “—You stay clear of me, or so help me God, I will fucking gut you all with a blunt spoon and laugh while doing it.”
“Fuck me, remind me to never piss your Ol’ Lady off, brother,” I hear someone say.
Camo helps me to my feet, and while everyone is already in the room, he slings his arm around my waist, kissing my neck.
“Skyla is mine. She is my mate and my Ol’ Lady, you treat her with respect or you are fucking done with the Kings, just so I make myself clear, brother or whore.” His voice is strong, showing his intent in confirmation.
The brothers cheer, all except Thorin, who is still standing locked still in the middle of the room, and I hope that he is feeling a ten-ton truck’s weight worth of guilt.