Chapter Fifteen #2
“I can smell your pussy,” I whisper, watching that blush deepen. “Don’t leave without me. I’ll drop you off at work.” I smack her arse gently as I make my way out of the room. Shit, what’s this woman doing to me?
After dropping Belle at work I came back to the club, it’s a hive of activity as usual, so I take a quiet seat at the end of the bar.
Hazel pops a bottle in, and I give her a nod as I take my phone out of my pocket and place it on the bar.
Taking a swig of the beer, I watch as Red and Rock play pool.
He’s taunting her as usual for her awful aim, and in true Red form, she pushes her arse out as she bends over to take a shot and shimmies her top down lower, putting her breasts on display.
His jaw twitches, and she knows she’s got him right where she wants him, full of jealousy. I shake my head and grin to myself.
That right there is what I want. It’s never been something I had even considered until I stumbled across Bella that night. What initially started as wanting to help her soon turned into wanting to make her mine.
My brother’s last words cut through my mind like a knife. “Fuck you and that bitch. You deserve her. You don’t deserve a decent woman.”
I stare out the window at the rain bouncing off the bikes in the yard.
He was right—I’d slept with his woman. I did the worst thing imaginable to the one who was beside me no matter what.
I’d let him down. That night he left on patrol, he wouldn’t hear me out, and I can’t say I blame him.
I’d fucked up on a huge scale, and that shit wasn’t even redeemable.
I take a long, drawn-out swig of my beer.
It’s why I’d never laid eyes on a woman since—I didn’t deserve to be happy.
My brother died that night knowing I had broken his trust, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life.
There is no making things right, no forgiveness.
Maybe this is his way of paying me back.
He’d probably brought her into my life to rip her away, so that I would feel the same pain as him.
The bar doors open, and Brandy’s piercing laugh shatters through my memory like a train. Great, just what I need. She slides onto the stool next to me, her manicured nails stroking my kutte. I glare at her like she’s burned me.
“What the fuck you want, Brandy?” I snap, picking up my bottle and taking another swig.
“Aww, that’s not the way to treat a lady,” she says as she scours the room.
“Pah, Brandy, you ain’t no lady.” I laugh, placing my empty bottle back on the bar.
“Where’s your ol’ lady?”
“Work. What’s it gotta do with you?” She’s already got my back up.
“Maybe you could test out a real woman whilst she’s gone?” She runs her hand along the back of my neck, and I flinch away from her.
“Get the fuck off me,” I growl. I wouldn’t have given her the time of day before Bella, so there is no chance she is going to get it now. She throws her head back and laughs, ruffling my hair, which only serves to piss me off further.
“Clay,” Red shouts from across the room, and I spin round on my stool to look at her. “Need me to take out the trash?” she asks, eyeing up Brandy suspiciously.
“Nah, I’m all good.”
Brandy pouts at her, spinning on her heel and making her way over to Slayer, using the same move she had just done on me, her claws running down his kutte. But it seems to work as she drags him off to the toilets, throwing a wink over her shoulder. I shake my head in complete disgust.
Half an hour later, the doors to the club swing open startling me as they crash into the plasterboard.
I swing round, getting to my feet, expecting it to be one of the rival clubs coming in to cause shit when I see Bella standing there, her nostrils flaring.
I run to her and grab her hand, but she pulls away instantly, and I look at her with complete confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” she screams. "Are you serious?” She looks around the room frantically and then her sights land on Brandy. Her eyes glaze over as she narrows them. I turn to look at Brandy, who’s beaming with pride. She goes to storm past me, but I stand in front of her, stopping her warpath.
“Right, stop. What the fuck is going on?” I snap, and she looks at me in disgust. The whole club, which had been a hive of activity, is now deathly silent as all eyes are on us.
“You’ve fucked her,” she snaps as she pokes her finger into my shoulder. I don’t know whether to be proud of the fact my woman is finally standing up for herself or horrified that I’m her intended target.
“Wait, wait, wait. Not a fucking chance.”
“You fucking butt-dialled me whilst you were having a quick fuck,” she screams at me, and I pat my pockets, looking for my phone.
I turn to where it had been sat on the bar and then across to Brandy, who is grinning from ear to ear.
That fucking bitch must have grabbed my phone before she fucked Slayer.
“I’ve been sitting at the bar this entire time,” I growl before walking over to where Slayer and Brandy are standing.
“My fucking phone?” She smiles, pulls out my phone from her bra, and hands it to me, winking, taunting me. The bitch has no shame.
“Get the fuck outta here before I throw your arse out,” I growl. I can feel all eyes piercing me. I want nothing more than to drag this bitch out by her hair. I turn, and Red is stood with her arm around Bella.
“I would not sleep with any of the club girls, especially fucking Brandy.” I grab her hand, and when she doesn’t pull away, I continue. “She’s going to try to cause trouble, but you have to trust me.” She looks up at me, her features relaxing as her shoulders sag in relief.
“I’m sorry. I went crazy when I got the call and heard you . . . I mean her screaming your name.”
I turn to look at Slayer, and he shrugs his shoulders.
“Sorry, man, I didn’t even realise. I was caught in the moment.”
“For fuck’s sake man,” I growl. “Next time, keep your dick outta her.”
“You gotta trust me,” I plead with Belle, and she nods.
I pull her hand and lead her upstairs. Right now, I need to show her how special she is to me, she needs to feel it all.