39. Chapter Thirty Nine
M y eyes didn’t leave Scarlett once during our entire set. Not only because of how delectable she looked as she swayed to our music but because my eyes couldn’t leave each place that cunt, Wyatt, held her.
I’ve never felt such intense, burning jealousy like that before. I know she said she was going to put us through our paces, but I didn’t expect this.
Seeing Scarlett with Dacre, Sonny, Nicky and Dawson doesn’t bother me. I don’t get jealous. It's more of a FOMO kind of feeling. But seeing the way she danced and laughed with him set me on a whole other level of feeling.
She is fucking mine.
Once the final note rings out on my guitar, I throw it into the stand and march down the stairs to find my girl.
The crowd is thick and tries to pull me in different directions. It seems like every soul in this goddamn room wants a piece of me but the only one that can get that is Scarlett. And I still can’t find her.
I push through the bodies until I get to the couch I first saw her sitting at while we were setting up. Rippy, Brandy, Jen and Maxie are all sitting around chatting but pause when they see me.
“Scarlett.” Is all I say. My fury won’t allow me anything else.
Brandy smiles as she points towards the back of the room. “She said she was going to the bathroom.”
I turn around and push my way back through the crowd. The bodies must realise I mean business as they slowly start parting for me, allowing for clear passage to the bathrooms.
The door to the female bathroom swings open and Scarlett walks out laughing at something one of the dancers, Pix I think, says to her. My eyes lock in on where Pix’s hand caresses Scarlett’s shoulder. The way Scarlett’s head throws back as she laughs again, and the way Pix looks down at her in awe.
Yeah, no. This isn’t fucking happening. Not today, Satan.
I return my brisk pace, making a beeline in their direction. The girls pause as I take my final step in front of them blocking them from going any further.
“Pix,” I growl, looking at the woman who now has her arm around my girl.
“Pike,” she returns, her voice low and sultry but it doesn’t affect me. Nor has it ever.
“She’s mine, Pix.”
Pix just laughs as she twirls a strand of Scarlett’s blonde hair around her finger. Scarlett chuckles as she looks in between us both.
“I don’t see a ring on her finger, Pike.”
I chuckle as I cross my arms over my chest, “It wont stay like that for long.”
Both Scarlett and Pix are stunned at my words which gives me an opening to steal my girl back from the vultures who keep trying to take her from me.
I grab her arm, pulling her into my chest. Her body instantly moulds to mine, just like it always does whenever I hold her close. I bend down bringing my mouth close to her ear, sniggering as I feel her shiver under my touch.
“You think you can spend all night teasing me with another guy and expect me not to react?” My chuckle is low, eliciting another shiver from her.
“That’s not how this game works Princess. You are mine. No other man apart from the five of us is allowed to touch you. Do you understand?”
Scarlett nods but I shake my head.
“Words, Princess.”
“Yes Pike, I understand.”
“Good girl,” I mutter as I slowly move her around to face me. I tilt her chin up as I smile down with her. It's not the kind smile she was expecting.
The Pike that kneels at her every will is gone.
The face she is greeted with is fuelled by malice.
“But you’ve been a bad girl tonight. Do you know what bad girls get, Scarlett?”
She shakes her head and whispers, “No.”
“They get punished. ”
I bend down, throwing Scarlett over my shoulder. I chuckle as she squeals. Her punches to my back and ass fuel the need inside me to see her punished.
I turn back to Pix as Scarlett keeps up her ire, doing her best to dislodge herself from my hold.
“Good seeing you, Pix.”
I turn down hallway after hallway, finally coming to the back of Pinks’, a place I know not many people frequent, especially not when they are as busy as they are tonight. I place Scarlett down and immediately push her up against the wall.
“Keep fighting me, Scarlett. It’ll only make your punishment that more delicious.”
Scarlett sneers at me as she crosses her arms over her chest.
I throw my head back and laugh, “Ah so we’ve decided to be a brat tonight have we?”
She sticks her tongue out at me in answer.
“On your knees now.”
She shakes her head.
I slam my hand into the wall beside her, delight filling my chest as she flinches.
“You want to stick that tongue out at me, I suggest you get down on your knees and put it to good use.”
Scarlett’s eyes heat but I still see the defiant little brat holding strong. I press a hand down on her head and push down so she is forced to her knees. She eventually understands that I won’t relent, eventually falling the rest of the way.
She sits on her heels in front of me, looking up with those beautiful blue eyes of hers that have captured my soul.
“See, what a good girl. You look so fucking pretty on your knees in front of me. I wonder just what you will look like with my cock down your throat as you choke on it.”
The heat in Scarlett’s eyes flare as she looks down, coming face to face with my cock that’s painfully trapped behind my zipper.
Like the desperate little slut I know she is deep down, she unclips my belt, letting the ends hang open as she slowly unclips the button of my jeans and pulls down my fly.
She’s slow to pull out my cock but the relief I feel is immense as she finally releases it.
She doesn’t waste a moment longer, taking pity on me as she licks up the underside of my cock.
I groan as she travels back up, taking her time tasting each inch before she takes me fully into her mouth as deep as she can before gagging around me. She pulls back slowly, saliva covering my cock before she sucks me down again.
Just like I thought, she looks like a goddess. Even though she is the one on her knees, she still holds all the cards.
I feel my orgasm start to build up as she fastens up her speed.
Just as I’m about to cum, the sound of a gun firing jolts me.
Scarlett’s lips pop off my dick as we both look in the direction of the noise.
POP.
Another shot goes off and I quickly tuck my cock back into my boxers, buttoning my jeans in haste.
“Fuck, fuck,” I say, grabbing the 9mm tucked in the back of my jeans.
Scarlett stands up, grabbing my shirt.
“Pike, what’s going on?”
I shake my head as I check to make sure my gun is loaded, turning off the safety as I point it towards the empty hallway.
“Do you have your gun on you?” I ask, turning my head for a moment as I look at her. She shakes her head no, eyes wide as she curses.
“My thoughts exactly. Stay behind me. If I tell you to run Scarlett, you get the fuck out of here do you understand.”
She starts shaking her head, “No, there’s no way I’m leaving you.”
“I need you to listen to me on this one occasion, Princess. Please.” I beg her, gripping the side of her face in my hand, my eyes pleading with her. While I love her defiance and ability to push back at us, I can’t have it in this situation. Not when I don’t know what we are about to walk into.
She eventually nods. Even though I prefer her words, the nod is enough for now.
I pull her behind me, making her grip the back of my shirt as we slowly make our way back to the main room of the club. The hallways are all completely empty but the closer we get to the main room, the louder the yelling gets from whoever decided to fuck around and find out.
I push one of the doors leading back into the room open slightly. Ren, Grant, Butch, Rafe, Rick and Valen all stand in a defensive line, guns pointed at five men in cuts. It's hard to see them properly through the small gap in the door so I instead look around the room trying to find the boys.
Rhodes, Jethro and Wyatt are kneeling behind a table turned on its side, weapons drawn over the top .
Dacre and Sonny are crouched half behind the side of the stage with their weapons drawn too. A body lies beneath them and I watch as Dacre tries to stop one of the prospects from bleeding out. From the pool of blood underneath him, it doesn’t look like he’s going to make it.
Dawson and Nicky are crouched not too far from them, covering for two half naked girls currently clinging to each other.
I watch as they talk amongst themselves for a moment. Nicky looks up right in my direction. His eyes are wide as he mouths, ‘ Scarlett. ’
I nod and watch as he sighs a breath of relief, confirming to Dawson who looks at me and nods.
“Clinton, it was a mistake for you to turn up here tonight.” Ren’s voice a deep rumble as he addresses one of the men in front of him.
The man laughs and I try to adjust myself to try and catch a glimpse of him but startle when a hand lands on my shoulder, moving up to squeeze my neck tight.
I slowly move the gun into Scarlett’s hand as the person leans down behind me.
“What do we have here? Two little peeping Toms?” He sounds deranged as he chuckles, before he kicks the door in causing every single gun, not trained on the men in front of our fathers, to turn to us.
“Look what I found, boss. A pretty little sparrow and its protector.”
Fuck.