Chapter 35
Chapter
Thirty-Five
It’s been almost two weeks since I last saw her, I’m sure by now she’ll think that I’m done with her. And I should be, but I’m not. I know she’s aware that the prospect is still tailing her, he gives me regular updates including the fact that she knows he’s there. When he told me that she had been in the Knights Café after I told her to stay clear, I couldn’t work out if I was pissed at her defying me or impressed that she did.
We’d tortured the Poisoned Devils’ member for three days straight before he gave up two of their hiding places. We’ve spent the last ten days clearing those places and hunting down other members. We thought they were small, thought that they were rebuilding after being ran out of Glasgow. But we were so fucking wrong. After we raided their second hide out, we realised that the club has at least forty members that we know of. So far, we’ve managed to identify only fourteen of them, but we have Data looking for as many links as we can to help us ID the rest.
My brothers and I stroll through the packed bar. The patrons stepping aside to let us through. It’s not just our intimidating presence that makes them part, the fact that we own this bar has an impact. We walk to the back of the room to our usual booths and tables and before we’ve all even had a chance to take a seat, drinks are placed on the tables in front of us.
I reach for a bottle of beer, but it’s pulled a little out of my reach, I look up and see Lacey, one of club girls grinning down at me. I shake my head at her and reach for the bottle, but she takes as an opportunity and slides into the booth right next to me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I bite out at her as I try and slide further back trying to put as much space between us as I can.
“Ah come on, Wrathy, baby. You know you want it.” She slides closer to me, rubbing her hand up my thigh. My brothers snigger beside me knowing she just pushed a button she shouldn’t have. I roll my neck tampering down my building rage.
She smiles thinking she’s winning me over. She couldn’t be more wrong. My eyes narrow and I bring my hand up to her throat, her eyes bulge with shock as I squeeze and push her back, her arse sliding across the seat until she’s off it, I let go and she falls to the floor.
I stand towering over her. “Don’t ever fucking come near me again. Stay the fuck away from me, whore.”
She scrambles back and stumbles to her feet, her face red, her eyes glassy with tears as she glances at my brothers, hoping for someone to step in. They won’t. She’s been a club whore for long enough to know the rules. I’ve already told this bitch to stay away from me once before. She realises she’s fucked up when she glances over at Nitro, cowering when she sees his face. I don’t need to look behind me to know what look he’s giving her, and she knows she just crossed a line she can’t come back from.
I smirk before turning my back on her and taking a seat grabbing the bottle and downing half of it as my brothers and I watch her run out of the bar.
“She’s out. I’m done with her fucking antics,” Nitro steams. His rage clearly evident. He turns to Ice and raises an eyebrow. Ice gives him a nod and the heads outside to make a call, probably to brothers back at the clubhouse to tell them to kick her arse to the curb.
I’m just about to start my second bottle when Ice comes racing back toward us, concern written across his face.
“Brother?” Nitro asks, sitting up and leaning forward.
I do the same when Ice fixes his gaze on me.
“What?” I ask. I don’t like the look he’s giving me right now.
“Tongue just called. He swallows, he’s not deliberately stalling he’s taking a second to choose his words. Neither one of us push him, we let him find the right words at his own pace, but we’re on edge. I can feel the tension rolling off Nitro next to me as we wait. “Your girl was hurt on her way home tonight…”
“What the fuck?” I jump out of the booth ready to run, but Ice stops me.
“Brother, she’s ok. She’s at home with Tongue and Gears. They’ve asked for Doc to go check her over, but he’s at the hospital and we can’t reach him. Maria is on her way there now.”
I start toward the entrance my brothers following close behind me.
“Do we know who the fuck it was?” I yell behind me.
“I don’t think so, but I don’t know any more than what I just told you.”
I race over to my bike throwing my leg over it and starting the engine.
“You don’t have to come with,” I yell at them. But they ignore me, both of them climbing onto their bikes and giving me a look before placing their helmets on their heads.
Within seconds I’m bombing down the road toward her flat, my brothers hot on my tail.
Seven minutes later I’m racing through her front door. I see her jump as the door slams against the wall. A look of surprise crosses her face followed by confusion.
“Wrath?” she questions as I rush toward her.
I kneel in front of her, my eyes rake over every inch of her body. Bruises already forming on her cheeks, shaped like fingers. She has a start of a black eye a cut to her left cheek and a split lip. I reach down grabbing hold of her hands and turning them over, amongst the bubbling rage is a sense of pride warms me when I see the state of her knuckles, she’s hurt but she got in a few good hits of her own.
“Firecracker,” I whisper out.
She pulls her hands from mine and then stands, she winces as she pulls herself up, and I turn my rage to the prospect.
“What happened? Where the fuck were you?” I shout anger clouding my senses. Nitro steps in front of me, placing a hand on my chest as Ice and Gears step next to the prospect.
“I’m so sorry Wrath.” He looks at me and the turns to face my girl, fuck where did that come from.
She isn’t my girl.
“Marissa, I’m sorry that you got hurt. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” I see the look of complete regret on his face just before it drops. Before I have a chance to say anything Maria comes rushing through the door, Tongue right behind her.
“Marissa let’s get you to the bathroom where I can check you over and get those injuries cleaned. Boys, how about you grab her a drink and some food.” She gives me a pointed look before pushing past me.
“Erm, actually, you guys don’t have to stay. I’m good. Prospect,” she calls out to him, and he glances at her. “You don’t need to apologise. Thank you, for saving me tonight.”
I watch her smile at him and then lead Maria toward the bathroom. The minute they close the bathroom door I round on the prospect.
“Tell me everything. Right. Fucking. Now!”