6. Chapter 6
Myth
Stacey.
Fuck, just the name had sent my hard cock withering away in my jeans. If only she knew what I did to Stacey after that fateful night. If only…she knew the monster I had become without her.
As I moved back to the bar, I locked eyes on Flash flirting with my ol’ lady. Fury poured over me with unrelenting anguish. She was doing it to hurt me, to show me she wasn’t affected by me like I was with her.
Only, I knew she was.
I’d felt it. My thigh still had a wet patch from her pussy grinding against it, and I loved knowing I could still elicit that kind of emotion from her.
She wanted to hate me.
I’d let her. It made making up that much hotter later.
Flash better keep his goddamn hands to himself if he didn’t want to lose his life though.
She was flirting with him and Doom to rile me up.
The both of them didn’t know her, both coming in after she had left, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t fuck them up if they so much as touched her.
She was mine.
Menace made his way to my side, his eyes locked on what I was watching. “Do I need to intervene?”
“No need.”
“Prez?”
“You heard me. But I do need to have a chat with Missy, can you get her?”
Menace frowned, wondering why I would need to speak with her. She was a club girl, but she’d been with us for years, twelve to be exact, and she was highly respected. She ran the club girls and the operations around here.
“Prez, you wanted to see me?” Missy asked, bounding around the bar and in front of me. She was five foot nothing, but she packed a punch if you ever got in the ring with her. Menace was standing behind her, curious himself.
“Belle got a little too comfortable around here,” I said. “She needs to be taught her place.”
Missy smirked. She knew exactly what that meant. She’d be able to get bloody. “You got it.”
Grabbing her bat from behind the bar, she headed over to the group of girls hanging around some of the men. I watched as two girls dragged Belle out of the clubhouse before she could make a sound.
“Brutal.”
“Deserved. Damn bunnies need to know their place around here.”
My eyes are diverted back to Flash coming over to the bar with a huge grin on his face. I wanted to punch it off immediately, but I held my cool, leaning against the bar with as much non-chalance as I could muster.
“You look happy,” Ink stated as he poured him another round of drinks.
“I’m about to hook that fine woman over there,” he said. “She’s all up in my grill. Wants me to show her a real good time.”
Everything in me burned hotter than lava. I pushed off the bar, my eyes zeroed in on my prospect. Menace’s hand rested over Flash’s shoulder, turning his attention away from me.
“Trust me when I say this, young gun, it’s in your best interest right now to go,” Menace told him.
“Wha–”
“Run.”
Flash didn’t need to be told twice. He looked at me advancing on him before he hightailed it out of the clubhouse.
“He didn’t know,” Fang said from behind me. “You know half these guys don’t know who she is, and she wouldn’t let me tell them.”
Of course she didn’t.
She wanted to hurt me.
Turning, I saw her running toward the door, after Flash. I followed her, ignoring the words of my men. She was on the porch, watching Flash jump on his bike and leave.
“What the fuck?” she asked into the air as if it held the answers.
“He knows what’s best for him,” I said to her, standing close enough I could smell her shampoo. A rich vanilla and spice scent wrapped around me, tormenting me.
“You had no right.”
“I had every right,” I said, a little harsher than I anticipated it to be. “You’re mine.”
Movement to the side of us had her turning her head to see a beaten up Belle coming up the stairs, the loyal club girls and Missy walking up behind her. Belle didn’t dare look at me as she walked past.
“You beat up women now?”
“Does it look like I touched her?”
Rox turned. Her face was an artwork of rage. “Why?”
“She overstepped her boundaries,” I explained.
“Why? Because she was laying claim to you? You obviously gave her that idea at one point.”
When she crossed her arms over her chest, I could see the fire in her eyes that I had missed. That same fire that would have us fucking out our frustrations for days, back in the old days.
“She’s got no claim to me. I’ve never fucked her. The only woman here who has any claim is my ol’ lady, and last I checked that position was taken.”
“By who?” she asked, looking around her as if she didn’t know it was her.
“Funny,” I said. “You’re still my wife.”
She bristled, tension coming off her in waves, but she didn’t dispute it. She couldn’t. In fifteen years, she had never filed for divorce. The thought never occurred to me either. It was something I couldn’t bring myself to allow.
Just as she was standing before me now, and I knew I wasn’t letting her go again.
I couldn’t.
“I’ve had enough,” she said, wearily. “I’m going.”
As she pushed to move past me, I caught her wrist and pulled her back. She gasped before I closed the distance, and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her to me. Our lips met in unbridled passion, her fury matching my anguish, but she settled into the kiss. Her tongue lashing against my own.
The battle for dominance turned me on. My cock pushed against the zipper of my jeans painfully as I pulled her body up against mine. She molded to me like she was the perfect fit in my puzzle. When she moaned into my mouth, I was done for.
Breaking the kiss, reality seeped in for a split second.
Her eyes were a myriad of rage and fury, before I felt her hand come out and slap me against the side of the face.
My cheek burned from the slap, a burning that had me close to bending her over the railing of the porch and fucking her in front of everyone so they all knew she was mine.
Rox made a move to do it again, my hand catching her delicate wrist in mine and squeezing.
She let out a pained expression but didn’t cry out. Her eyes turned to me.
“You’re not leaving me again, Rox.”
“Like he—”
I cut her off by bending and hauling her over my shoulder. She battered my back with her fists, as I walked back inside, past my brothers and toward my room. Fang was there, at my door, a knowing look on his face.
“Are you sure about this, Prez?”
“Fuck off. You’re acting Prez until I’m done.”
He nodded once, and moved out of the way, before I moved into my room, kicking it shut with the back of my boot, and locking it. Her fists hadn’t stopped, her knees ramming into my sides as she fought me.
It only made me harder.
Finally, I threw her down on my bed. She bounced up and down on it, her eyes a wild and untamed fury that I remembered vividly.
“You can’t keep me here just because you say you can,” she spat. “I have rights.”
Leaning over her, I planted my fists on either side of her on the mattress. “You lost those rights the second you stepped foot in my clubhouse, baby. You’re mine, and I intend to show you just how fucking owned you are.”