Chapter 25
Camo
F uck me, the room is filled with tension, and you can cut it with a knife.
Skyla is standing next to me, her body vibrating with anger. Her hand in mine tightens, as she steps forward in the direction of my brother, who is still standing there like a goddamn statue.
“What the hell was that? How could you, Thorin? You know how she feels about you,” Skyla bitches but I can hear the pain in her tone.
“She isn’t anything special, bitch. Like Thorin said, she should know her place,” Nikki speaks up, and I shit you not, Skyla turns her head to look at her and it is like something out of a horror movie.
“Nothing special? Whore, she is ten times the woman you will ever be. You are nothing but trash, and I swear on my life that if you say one more word about my friend, you should fear falling asleep.”
Skyla brings her gaze back to Thorin, who is now looking down at my dark haired beauty of a woman.
“You fucked up. I thought more of you, Thorin, and you just disappointed me beyond all powers of the supernatural. Why do it, huh? Why not just tell her that she isn’t what you are looking for? Why did you have to humiliate her in front of the cunts who have been tormenting her?”
Thorin’s eyes flash wide, his gaze snapping to the three club girls standing together. Rage pours from him, his eyes turning red, showing his anger, and they shake, little whimpers of fear coming from them.
Good.
“Is this right? Have you been tormenting Delaney?” His voice is filled with so much rage it trembles, and it even shocks me.
“She needed to know her place, like you said.” Shaz steps forward, acting all brave but you can smell the fear on her. “We service the brothers; it is not fair that she gets to do what she wants and look down her nose at us.”
“Delaney came to me months ago and we made a deal, not that it had anything to do with you bitches. I am the fucking president of this club and what I say fuckin’ goes.
If you had a problem with Delaney, then you should have come to me and not reverted back to playground acts to hurt someone, who every brother here cares about,” Pres snaps.
“Except Thorin. He is just a prick,” my woman gripes. I inch closer to her, my arm around her waist tightening, holding her to me.
I kiss the side of her head. “Hush, babe.”
“I don’t think it is fair,” Shaz tries again.
Pres’s annoyance and anger grows, as he steps forward into the club girl’s face.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think is fair. What I say is fucking fair. You don’t like it, there is the door.” His tone leaves no room for argument but clearly the club girl is dumb as fuck.
Her hands go to her hips, as she glares at Winger, staring him down.
“Does she have a death wish?” Skyla mutters.
I chuckle. “Seems like it.”
“Why does she get special treatment? All of us—” she waves her hand at the other club girls “—do what we are told. We suck your cocks, let you fuck us however you want. Why does she get to not be on her knees like we do?”
“Delaney is not like you whores, she has some self-respect, even if our brother can’t fucking see it. Dumb fuck,” Shift calls out, his voice filled with annoyance.
Thorin turns a glare at Shift, but he doesn’t back down.
“What, brother? Are you going to berate me too, humiliate me in front of everyone? I’d be very fucking careful if I was you.” Seeing Shift like this, hell, all of my brothers, is not new to me; we can get heated from time to time.
Looking down at Skyla, I see her looking at each of my brother’s as they glare at Thorin. I expect to see fear, but I see curiosity and wonder as she looks on.
“Shut it, Shift. Just back the fuck off,” Thorin growls.
“Or what?” Shift antagonizes him and we know what Thorin gets like when he is pushed.
“Right, that is enough. Thorin, go feed, for fuck’s sake. Shift, have a drink or some pussy,” Pres snaps.
My brother looks to the club girls, who straighten their spines in excitement of being fucked, but Shift snarls.
“No thanks, Pres. I call for all club girls to be banished.” Shift ignores the shocked gasps from the girls, and I smirk, nodding to him.
“I second that,” Skyla calls out, making the brothers laugh.
“Third,” I add.
I kiss her head, but this time instead of accepting the kiss, she inches away, making me frown. Bringing her gaze up to meet mine, I see indecision on her face, the little dip in her brow, her lips pressed together.
“You do not get a vote, you are nothing to the club,” Shaz snaps.
Now it is my turn to get angry.
I step over to her in a flash; I move so fast the bitch does not see me coming. My hand wraps around her throat, her gasps filling the room as she struggles to breathe. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I chuckle darkly at her, making her fear build and so she fucking should fear me.
“It is you that are nothing to the club, do you hear me? Not even a wet hole anymore. The next time you speak to my Ol’ Lady, look in her direction, breathe the fucking same air as her, I swear it will be the last breath you take. Skyla is mine, you disrespect her, you disrespect me, you get me?”
She nods against my hold. “You have one hour to pack your shit and get the fuck off Kings’ property.”
I let her go, her legs giving out a she slumps to the floor, trying to drag much needed air into her lungs.
“You are also banished from all Kings of Anarchy property; you are also banned from seeking comfort in any members associated with the club. Nikki, Liz, you too.” They all cry but not one brother comforts them or comes to their aid after Pres’s declaration.
The three women scurry off so my attention is brought back to my brothers, bar Thorin, who is missing— no doubt he has gone to feed.
“Prospect, follow them to make sure that they only take their own shit,” Winger calls out, and the man runs off, doing the job that was entrusted to him.
My gaze finds Skyla, and she is sitting down on the end of the sofa seat, looking drained. Stepping to her, I help her to her feet again, snaking my arm around her waist, holding her to me firmly, even when she tries to pull away.
“Your woman needs rest, brother; take her to your room,” Winger states, and I nod.
“Come on, baby.”
“I can walk on my own,” she snaps, making me laugh.
“I know, but I like helping you; plus, I get to have my hands on you this way.” I wink at her.
We pass Pres and he nods to me, dropping his voice so that only I can hear him.
“Things will work out, brother, but you have to work for it.” I look him in the eyes, taking in his words as we pass.
With steady steps, I walk my woman to my room. Unlocking the door with my thumbprint, I carry her inside, the feeling of her pressed against my chest is something I have missed.
The scent of fresh paint still lingers in the air, after I had a prospect come in and redecorate my room so it would not remind Skyla of all of the shit that I have pulled before.
“You decorated?” she asks, and I nod.
“I did. New bed and all.” I wink. “Let’s just say, shopping for bedding is not something I plan to do in the future.”
She cocks her head to the side, looking at me like she is trying to work out what I am thinking, or what I am up to. Inching closer, I kiss the tip of her nose, and her eyes narrow as she looks at me.
“Let’s get you settled, then we can talk.”
“I do not like this ‘Camo.’” I stiffen as I bend to place her on the bed; leaning back, I look at her.
“Don’t like what?”
“This.” She waves her hand up and down my body. “This strange side to you. I am used to the broody, grumpy, take-no-bullshit Camo. Not this happy to help and all fucking smiles. Stop it, it is creeping me out.”
My body relaxes, my ass hitting the bed next to her legs. I would give anything to climb into the bed with her and fuck her so good that she feels me for days, but also knowing that she is mine.
I help her get settled, her back against the large wooden headboard. Tucking the blankets to her waist, I can feel her gaze on me, which makes my lips twitch.
I fucking love her eyes on me, especially when we are naked and I am eating her pussy, or sucking on her tits just how she likes it.
Stop it,” she growls and it is cute.
Looking up at her, I smirk.
“Stop what? I am helping you get comfortable.”
“Camo, I can see what’s growing in your jeans.”
“You like what is in my pants, baby?” I reply, taking in how her breathing has picked up and her eyes have dilated.
She likes that I am turned on by her.
Rolling her eyes, she huffs.
“Just because my body responds to you, Camo, doesn’t mean anything. It is just that my body is not in tuned with my heart and soul yet.” She shrugs, inching back but my fingers flex, holding her in place.
“Reece,” I express.
Skyla’s eyes widen, her lips part in shock.
“You call me Reece, babe. My birth name.”
Her mouth opens and closes a few more times, her gaze secure on mine as she lowers herself to the bed. Shock shines in her eyes, as I just told her my given name. Not many people know beyond the club, and the ones outside of my brothers who knew are no longer living.
“Reece?” I nod to her, loving the sound of my name on her lush lips.
I smile. “Come on, let’s get you comfortable then we can talk. I think we both have a lot of shit to talk about.”
Helping her to lay down, I make sure not to cause her any pain from her stomach.
Her eyes track me as I strip, leaving my boxer briefs on, and I slip into the bed. She turns her head to look at me, confusion showing in her eyes. Resting my head in my palm, I smile, my body in line with hers, but I keep from touching her for now.
“You know that you are my mate?” She nods hesitantly. “I just claimed you in front of my club, because it was fucking long overdue, but that is on me.” She nods again.
“All of this pain could have been avoided, Camo.”
“Reece, baby.”
“Fine. Reece, this could have been avoided, but you, biker butthead, decided that fucking was what we both needed. Me being hurt and your brothers being there helping, and then what happened in the main room, only solidifies what we could have had, but you ruined that.”
My heart beats wild in my chest at her words, and they fucking sting but she is right. I broke her trust and heart all in one moment.
“I am a hard man, baby; rough around the edges is a fucking understatement. Jagged would be a better word. My life has always been led a certain way, then you stepped in front of me and everything fucking tilted. You spun me around, and I needed to get a grip on things before I let you ruin me, so it was settled that we would fuck, but I would not let my soul latch onto you. That was fucked up on my part. If I had thought about it, I should have stayed away from you but there was this pull that kept me coming back. What I did that day was messed up, and I promise you that it will never happen again.”
I tuck a strand of dark hair behind her ear, her eyes close at the tiny contact, and hope fucking blooms in my chest. My soul roars that we are stepping in the right direction. Her eyes open and I swear to all that is the gods, my heart stops.
“I am not sure I can forgive you yet, Reece.” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “You really hurt me, but I know that we both need to move on from the past and pain.” Tears fill her eyes and I fucking hate it.
Cupping her face, I lean down, pressing my lips to hers.
She is stiff at first then she softens, sighing against my mouth.
I love the feel of her mouth against mine.
The taste of her sends my body into overdrive, but I push the need to have her down.
She is still hurt, plus I know that I have to beg and grovel to get her to trust me again.
“I can’t believe I am going to say this shit, and if you tell the brothers, I will fucking deny it.” I rest my forehead against hers. “No sex, until you trust me.”
I hear her breathing at my admission, then she pulls back, looking me in the eyes, seeking truth to my words when that is all she will find.
My soul knows what I did was wrong on so many fucking levels.
I need to show her that I meant what I said when I claimed her, that she is mine and I will prove it to her.
Her brow dips, and she bites her lip, making my dick twitch in my pants right before she says,
“That could take some time.”
Sucker punch but a worthy hit.