Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
Isabelle
Three Weeks Later . . .
Nightmares have been waking me every night, and I’m never able to get back to sleep.
Worse I wake up screaming, causing all those in the clubhouse to wake with me.
I feel horrible about it, but no one holds it against me.
Everything, I suppose, finally caught up to me, and I’m reliving everything through my dreams.
Hellhound was released the day after he was shot, and they removed the bullet.
Same for Angel though he didn’t have to have a bullet pulled out of him.
Both of them suggested I speak to someone about my dreams. My man told me he didn’t care if it was a professional, a support group, someone at the clubhouse, him, or a friend—just as long as I talked about what my nightmares consist of.
It’s not been easy. Honestly, it’s hard to do, but I finally started to talk about them with Everleigh, Sutton, and Ivy.
Though most of the time, it’s Everleigh I talk with just the two of us.
She’s been able to help me a lot with finding something else to do to take my mind off what happened when Hellhound was shot protecting me.
Sometimes she’ll take me out into the woods, where we sit and commune with nature.
She’s not a hippie or anything like that, but she explained to me that getting close to nature helps clear the mind of the toxins filling it.
It’s why she rides ATVs. I get it, and the last few days have been going out there sitting just inside the tree line to be alone and allow the power of nature to help heal me.
Coming into the clubhouse after spending time outside, I find Hellhound sitting at the bar. I stop just inside the door at the sight of three of the P&Ps surrounding him. All of them have their hands on him. His only saving grace is he doesn’t look happy.
“Come on, Hellhound, you know she’s not good enough for you,” the one called Chops coos.
Hellhound’s gaze comes to mine, and I shake my head. I know we haven’t really had sex since he’s been home, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t gotten off.
“Let’s go to your room, and we’ll give you what you need,” Fuzzy suggests, running her hands along his chest.
Not wanting to hear any more, I stomp my way toward them and, without thinking, grab Chops and Fuzzy by their hair. Croak yells at me, stepping away from Hellhound as I yank the two back and shove them to the floor.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I narrow my gaze on Croak and then to the other two. “It’s not me who should be answering that question but you three.”
“Bitch he ain’t yours,” Chops sneers, clamoring to her feet.
“The fuck you say?” Hellhound snarls standing. He reaches out and tags me around the waist, pulling me close to his side.
“Let me handle this, Asher,” I murmur, tilting my head back, letting him know it has to be me to deal with them. If not, they’ll keep doing it.
He nods, and I give him a smile of thanks before turning back to the skanks.
“If he’s not mine, then why is it I’m in his bed every night, his cock inside me whatever way he wants it, and I sleep curled in his side .
. . again, every night?” I seethe, shooting them all with my best glare.
“You three and the rest of you skanky twat waffles are nothing more than what they call you pocket pussies. You open your legs and let them do whatever. Shit, I’m just glad I’ve not had to walk in to find them running a train on you all.
That just makes me wanna vomit at the thought.
But I wouldn’t put it past you dirty bitches to do something like that.
And you wonder why you can’t lock one down as an ol’ man. ”
“Bitch . . .”
“Don’t you call her a bitch,” Sutton snaps, coming into the conversation. “Bells is right. You skanks best get with the program. We’re fuckin’ ol’ ladies, and we’re not gonna stand for you trying this shit. If a brother has an ol’ lady back the fuck off. Especially when it comes to my man.”
“And mine,” Ivy spits out as she steps forward. “Reaper might not have gotten pussy lately, but that doesn’t mean he wants anything to with y’all’s snatches. And for the record, Croak, he doesn’t want you. He’s got my mouth for now, so back the fuck off.”
“I did not need to hear that shit,” Angel mutters from across the room. “Let’s end this shit before I fuckin’ puke. P&Ps, learn your place and quit fuckin’ around with the ol’ ladies. This is the only warning you get. Got me?”
They all nod sharply in response and lower their gazes to the floor.
“Good, now get the fuck out of my sight,” Angel growls.
I giggle as they take off, rushing out of the room down the hall leading to their rooms.
“Isabelle,” Hellhound murmurs calling my name as he turns me in his arms. “Fuckin’ beautiful what you just did. Proud of you for sticking up for yourself and me.”
I blush and lean into him as I realize exactly what I said and who I said it in front of.
Hellhound, however, doesn’t seem to mind, and I know this because he grips the back of my head and slams his mouth to mine. His tongue slides in between my lips. Then he scoops me into his arms. I know I should tell him to put me down, but he doesn’t listen to me.
Taking me to his room, he lays me on the bed and spends the next several hours showing me his appreciation along with telling me how much he loves me.