11. Zack #2
Drag her out of here and fuck her right now. Better yet, fuck her in front of everyone. Take her over the pool table. Teach her who she belongs to.
“ Not now ,” I whisper to my dick, and the poor thing deflates with sadness. Jackson gives me a weird look.
I notice the way he’s been eyeing her up, and that gives me a new idea.
“If you want to try her, you can take her upstairs for a bit.”
He looks at me like I’ve offered a starving man the fattest juiciest steak on a silver platter.
“It’d be a shame to pass that up. How much?”
I pretend to think it over. “First ride’s free.”
He scoffs and turns his nose up. “She must be infested with something real nasty if you’re giving her away for nothing.”
“Nah, man. I just know that you’ll be back for more after you’ve had a taste.”
We both look over at her again. One of the bikers grabs her ass and pulls her closer.
“You alright?”
“Hmm?”
Jackson nods down at my clenched fists on the bartop, and I quickly relax them. “Been a long night. I need a drink. Something strong.”
He pours me a whiskey, and I knock it back in one. The usual burn in my throat is nonexistent as I swallow it down. All I can feel is how she’s making my body react.
“Another.” I hold the glass up, and I’m bringing it back to my lips before he has chance to finish pouring.
With a tight-lipped smile, I push the empty glass aside and pretend I’m not absolutely fucked up from the way Chloe is taunting me. “Would you rather have sloppy thirds after those big guys have stretched her out, or a nice tight cunt to satisfy you?”
“You’re serious? She’s all clean and she’s free?” He leans against the bar, looking at her in awe. I can’t blame him. She has that effect on people. People being me .
“Deadly. Now you taking me up on the offer or shall I give her to those fine gentlemen who already seem to have taken her eye?”
Chloe says something quietly in the bearded guy’s ear, and he nods eagerly. They down what’s left of their drinks, and beardy grabs her by the arm to lead her toward the back exit, the other guy hot on their heels.
Teeth smacking together, my whole body coils tight as I watch her leave to fuck two other men.
You suggested it.
Technically , I only told her to keep them busy. She’s the one who kept interpreting it sexually.
Come on, you could have told her to make sure they keep their hands to themselves. After all, she told you she’s capable of killing.
For God’s sake. Why does my dick have more of a brain than my head?
“Last chance before the offer’s gone,” I say to Jackson.
“Yes! I want her,” he rambles quickly, and all I want is to tear his throat out for saying those three words. They belong to me. Just like she does.
I .
Want.
Her.
I’m possessed by her, and I don’t like it.
Chloe’s changing my world, my morals. Making me question everything.
The barstool topples over as I stand up and shout, “Hands off!”
There’s a hopeful look in Chloe’s eyes. She thinks I’m about to save her. Sorry, darlin’, I’m the wrong man for that. I couldn’t help my sister, can’t even help myself, and I certainly can’t help this girl .
“Your services are needed this way, darlin’.”
Her brow pinches slightly as she looks at Jackson.
“Now.” I leave no room for argument.
She tries coming to me, but the asshole biker won’t let go of her arm.
“Travis, Jonah, let her go. I’m closing up early so the two of you need to head out.”
“We’ll leave, but she’s coming with us. She already promised us a good time,” Travis, the one with the beard, laughs.
Bitterness fills my mouth, and it doesn’t register that I’ve moved across the room until my fist is in Travis’ face.
“Enough!” Jackson shouts. Before I can punch the guy again, he’s pulling me back. “Travis, Jonah, get the fuck out. You’re barred if you fight in here, you know that.”
“What about him? He started it,” Travis huffs.
“He won’t be coming back after tonight.”
“Let’s leave it, Travis. I’m too old for this shit.” Jonah starts walking out, giving me a dirty look as he bumps my shoulder on the way. I bite the air at him like a rabid dog, and he nearly trips over his own feet to get away from me.
“Are you going to let me go then?” Chloe’s voice draws me back in.
Travis still has his hands on her. Like she’s his fucking property.
“Hands off before I break them off,” I snarl.
Maybe I should find an actual leash for her to wear for the rest of the night rather than the rosary that still hangs around her neck. At least then every fucker we meet will know who she belongs to.
With a heavy grunt, Travis lets her go and follows his friend out. I start following after them, ready to murder them in the parking lot, but someone grabs my arm .
“Get the fuck off—” I start, not realizing it’s Chloe holding me back.
Her hand drops, and she steps back, looking hurt.
It’s not like I haven’t already hurt her tonight. Physically and emotionally. So why does this have my chest feeling like it’s caving in around my heart, crushing the already dead organ until all that’s left is a pile of dust?