He stared at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to figure it out on my own.
He got tired of waiting. "I'm guessing she left here before she started showing, when she was about three, four months along."
I'd had too much fucking tequila to comprehend what Demon was talking about. I thought back to that time, trying to recall the series of events that had led up to our breakup, staring down into my empty glass as if I'd find the answers there. If memory served me correctly I hadn't touched Holly after her attack. Jesus Christ, had she gotten pregnant by one of the men who'd raped her?
It had killed me to see Holly after what those fuckers had done to her, to watch the shame and regret fill her eyes before she'd lowered them to the ground, the blame she'd placed on herself. The thought of one of them putting a baby in her made me sick. I shook my head to clear it, refusing to go down that path.
Bobbie chose that moment to join us. She stepped up behind Demon quietly and wrapped her arms around his neck, nuzzling the side of his neck. With a grin and a growl he brought her around to the front of him and pulled her down onto his lap.
"I'm tired," she murmured leaning into him.
"You want to go home, Babe?"
She nodded.
"We could always use our room upstairs if you're too tired to ride home."
"No, Holly and Ava are using it." She gave me a speculative look. "Since you moved Goldie into yours." Was she fishing for an explanation? Knowing Bobbie, she wouldn't wait long to get one. "Is she your new girl?"
I snorted, amused that she'd come right out and asked. "Nope." I hadn't moved Goldie into my room either, but that was all I muttered. I didn't have to explain myself to her, even if she was Prez's old lady.
"She's replacing Tamara," Demon grinned, wrapping his powerful arms around Bobbie and pulling her close. "New club pussy."
That got him a huff and a hit in the arm from Bobbie. "You'd better not try her out, or I'll cut your balls off."
He laughed loudly, amusement dancing in his one good eye. He’d lost the other one in a prison riot years before, and now kept it covered with a patch. As he laughed at Bobbie's expense, she leaned in and gave his bottom lip a sharp bite out of frustration. He snapped his head back, surprised that she'd reacted so violently, before he slammed his mouth down over hers. It wasn't a long kiss, but by the time they drew apart they were both flushed and breathing hard.
"Let's go," Demon growled, looking deep into his woman's eyes. Bobbie was forced to her feet when he scooted off the stool. "Glad you're back, Brother." He gave me a pat on the shoulder. "See you at church in the morning."
I gave him a chin lift and then they walked away. Snake came back to my end of the bar, and I made the mistake of catching Goldie's eye. Her smile grew big and she winked at me, but I was glad that she didn't leave her stool to come over, even if she did look damned good in that moment. She was a pretty girl with blonde curls, blue eyes, and a cupid mouth that would look good wrapped around any man's dick, especially with that bright red lipstick she was wearing. She'd cleaned up good, too, rocking the tiny red dress she'd borrowed from Mitzi.
She'd told me that she was twenty-one. Her driver's license backed that up. I hadn't been about to bring an underage girl with a woman's body into the club. We didn't need that kind of trouble. She'd tried her best to get me to fuck her while we'd been on the road, and I honestly didn't know why I hadn't taken her up on it. Fucking out in the open beneath a star-studded night would have been fun, and I would have gotten off. But my dick hadn't been into it.
The fucker wanted one woman only, and that woman was across the room from me, looking sexy in a pair of ripped jeans and a sheer blouse over a black bra. Holly belonged here. She fit in. But I couldn’t imagine how the hell we would be able to make it work together. I hadn't questioned Demon about what was going on with her--where she was living or working--because I hadn't wanted to give him reason to think that I cared. My brothers could be like a gaggle of old hens when they caught wind of something to rib another brother about.
I didn't need that shit.
Didn't want it.
Holly and I were done.
And no matter what my dick wanted, he needed to accept that too, and soon. Using my hand for relief was growing old. Sooner or later I was going to turn to one of the club girls.
As if her ears had been burning, Goldie slipped off her stool and made her way toward me, looking all sweet and inviting. Snake shot me a look but remained at the other end of the bar, where he was serving. The club girls were available to any brother who was in the mood, along with any civilians who they were stupid enough to attend one of our wild parties.
I braced myself, because the look in Goldie's blue eyes revealed that she had me in her sights, and she wasn't going to take no for an answer. I let my eyes drink her in because, hell, I was a man, and her little red dress barely covered her pussy. Her smile revealed that she’d noticed my interest, and it gave her the confidence to wrap her arms around me and kiss me on the neck.
"Have I thanked you properly for rescuing me?" she asked when she pulled back. "Let me give you a bonus, Sax. You denied me on the ride here, but I want you." Her hands toyed with the top of my pants.
"Didn't rescue you, honey. Brought you here to do a job." I gave her a cold look. "Do it."
Her laugh was low and sexy. "I'm trying, baby. I want you to be my first."
I jerked my head back. What the fuck? It took me a minute to realize that she wasn't implying that she was a virgin, but that she wanted me to be the first brother she fucked. "Sorry, Goldie. Not interested."
My gaze lit on Dancer, who was walking our way. He looked as if he had something on his mind, and wasn't paying attention until I reached out and grabbed him by the arm when he was on his way by. He stopped and looked at me inquisitively, his eyes shooting back and forth between me and Goldie.
I took Goldie by the hand and pulled her around closer to him. "Here, Brother. Break her in."
I knew my words were heartless, but she needed to learn fast what was expected of her, and that I hadn't brought her here because I wanted her for myself. I ignored her slight gasp and the look of disbelief she pinned on me. Dancer's face lit up as he took the smaller hand that I pressed into his.
"Hey, baby, you new here? Come with me, I'll show you a good time."
I didn't watch them walk off. No, my eyes went back to the old ladies' table where Holly was sitting. Fuck, she was sitting there, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong and everything in the world was fucking fantastic, while I was drowning myself in alcohol and misery. I was pathetic. I should show her I didn't fucking care, too. That I'd moved on, as it appeared that she had. I scanned the room until I found Mitzi and locked eyes with her. A jerk of my head pulled her from her chair to walk towards me.
"What do you need, baby?" she cooed, getting up close and personal.
I grabbed her around the waist and forced her to straddle my lap. She laughed, buried her hands in my hair, and brought my face down to her exposed tits. I grit my teeth, instantly noticing that she smelled good, but it wasn't the warm lavender scent that I was craving. When she began to grind down on my dick I pulled away from the flesh that was suffocating me, meeting the hurt in the brown eyes of the woman who still had the power to gut me.