Chapter 6 #3
When she cuts the engine, Dima kills his own and walks over to her.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but he looks pissed.
Allie looks up at him, trying her best to give an innocent look while she shrugs her shoulders in an I don’t know what the fuck to tell you kind of look.
She gives it a lot, so it’s pretty easy to recognize.
When Dima yells something at her, she laughs, which really pisses him off.
Misha pulls off his helmet and looks over at me. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Beats me,” I say, but curiosity gets the better of me, so I shut my own bike off and pull my goggles and helmet off. I’m not the only nosy one, so when I get there, the others are right behind me. We’ve all left our headlights on, so I can see the please help me look Yulia is giving me.
“What’s going on?” I ask Dima.
He scrubs a hand over his jaw, taking a moment to get control of himself before he looks at Allie while speaking to me. “She’s riding like she’s hurt, and she won’t tell me why.”
“I’m not hurt,” Allie says.
“Really?” Dima asks.
“Yeah, really,” Allie says, trying like hell to not look like she’s lying. She’s pretty good at it, and I almost believe her.
“Stand up,” Dima says.
“What?” Allie forces out a laugh.
“Just stand up and get down for a sec,” Dima says.
He doesn’t sound as mad as he was a few minutes ago, so Allie starts to stand up so she can get off the four-wheeler, but as soon as she lifts her bottom, Dima smacks it. Hard.
Allie’s scream ricochets through the forest as she braces herself against the handlebars and lets out a pitiful moan. When she turns her head, the look in her eyes is downright murderous as she glares at my cousin.
“What the fuck, Dima? Why did you do that?” she yells at him.
Dima has the nerve to grin and say, “You said you weren’t hurt, Allie cat.” His grin dissolves into a hard line when he adds, “But it sure as fuck looks to me like you are. What happened? Did someone hurt you?”
Allie is still wincing from the sharp smack to her sunburnt ass, but it doesn’t stop her from letting out an abrupt laugh that only makes Dima’s face harden even more.
“You think someone hurt my ass?” she asks. “And how did you imagine that happening, Dima? How do you think I hurt my ass so badly I can barely sit down?”
“Okay, let’s just calm down,” Aleks says, but he’s quickly ignored.
When I look over, I see Yuri signing everything to Bran, who’s looking more concerned for his brother than anything else.
“Tell me what happened,” Dima growls, taking a step closer. When Allie smirks at him, he leans in and says, “I swear to you, I will throw you over my knee and spank the hell out of you until you tell me what the fuck happened.”
Allie is stubborn, and when she juts her chin out and just raises a brow at him, I know she’ll take the spanking and not say a word to stop it. It’s Yulia who quite literally saves her ass by saying, “Dima, it’s nothing. I promise no one hurt her.”
All of his attention shifts to Yulia, who’s looking like she wishes she’d kept quiet.
“Tell me,” is all he says, but those two words are all that’s needed.
He’s the oldest, and everyone except Allie defers to him.
He’s never given us a reason not to before, but with Allie, things are different.
I’ve often wondered if there was something between the two of them, but Allie’s made it clear she’s not getting any action. Maybe that’s the problem.
I inwardly groan when Yulia spills the beans and tells the guys about us burning our asses in the sun. When she’s done and everyone is laughing, she shoots Allie and me an apologetic look.
“I’m sorry,” she tells us.
“It’s okay,” I tell her. “Dima never would’ve let this go.”
“No, I wouldn’t have,” he agrees. With a very big smile on his face, he leans back in so Allie’s face is close to his. “Why didn’t you just tell me you burnt your ass, Allie cat?”
“Because my ass is none of your business,” she growls back at him.
“Everything is my business,” he says before standing back up and heading towards his bike.
“You sure you can ride, tomato ass?” Misha asks me.
I groan at what I hope is a very short-term nickname. “Please don’t call me that, and I’m fine. I can ride.”
Yuri steps up beside me. “Why are you trying to tan your ass anyway? No one is going to be seeing it.”
“Fuck no, they’re not,” our older brother agrees.
“Stop talking about my ass,” I tell them as I push by and walk to my bike, more than ready to start the thing back up so I can drown out all their voices.
Before I start it up, I can’t resist the urge to look over at Damien. With his helmet and goggles on, I can’t see his face in the dark, but he’s staring right at me. I have no doubt that my face is the exact shade of tomato red as my ass right now.
When the others start taking off, I race after them, wanting to disappear into the forest as quickly as possible. On the plus side, it looks like I’ll definitely get to keep Damien’s shirt because there’s no way in hell I can face him again tonight.