I need to call Rue down here now.
Two against sixteen is doable.
The minute she gets an eyeful of me Diamond huffs and shakes her head. "I told you having her here is a problem. You should tell your cousin to stop thinking with his dick and inviting trouble in all our lives.”
I give the jealous bitch a look and I watch as she gulps and scurries away. Just because I'm the friendlier Callaghan doesn't mean she can tell me what the fuck to do and from the moment Angel ‘struck me I’ve been on edge.
Diego is laughing and doing shots with a couple of the other Shreveport brothers. Luis is too busy talking business with Hell to give a shit about the girls or what his asshole son is getting up to.
Too bad.
Mighta saved Diego from getting his asshole torn open because I'm about to fucking ream him. If my threats aren't enough I'll actually gut him. I'm not in the mood for his bullshit and the only thing stopping me from walking over there and slamming his face onto the table until his nose shatters is knowing just how fucking persistant the cunt can be.
His obsession with Poe has everything to do with Rue and nothing to do with the kid herself.
So I can't show my hand here or I'll be dealing with a bigger problem. Fuck, his constant stalking of Posey when he's in town is beyond annoying, it's enough to know that someday I'll be helping Rue bury his body somewhere because Diego can't help himself. One day he'll strike and on that day, he'll be fucking dead.
The curse is a fucking powerful thing.
And my lovestruck cousin isn't going to fucking stop until Poe is safe, happy, and his. The kid just has to grow the fuck up first.
"Jesus. She came to you?" Speck says as he slides onto the barstool next to mine.
I nod and he grunts at me, "You might actually be winning her over."
I side-eye him as I take a sip. "Why would you think that?"
"Well, she came to you and not me. That's a first. She also didn't run screaming outta here and after what he said, that's what I thought would happen."
I set the glass down. "He touch her? Did he do anything except talk to her?"
He shakes his head. "One of the guys stopped him from following her onto the stage. Shoulda fucking known he'd be obsessed with her, it's like he knows when a woman belongs to a Callaghan."
It's the first time he's said that and my hackles haven't gone up.
She does belong to me. One way or another.
"I want to see what he does when she comes back out. I'll talk to him once I see it with my own two eyes."
Speck groans. "Should I call Rue and let him know we're starting a war here tonight? Just to warn him? Because you'll kill him. Fuck, I nearly killed him and she ain't even mine."
The rage in my system starts pumping until I'm sure it's replaced all of the blood in my system and now I'm fucking itching to beat the life outta that piece of trash. Nothing but a fucking clown, talks himself up but doesn't actually pull his fucking weight. He knows he's on the path for being president when Luis steps down but only because of his blood.
Fuck, I'm going to be on the Council someday because of my blood but I have done everything for my club. I went to fucking college and dealt with dumbass frat boys and bimbo sorority girls who wanted a taste of the dirty biker life before they married some fucking suit. I've always thought long-term and not about how shit makes me look. I couldn't give a fuck about looking like some dangerous biker... I'm too busy being one.
The song changes and my attention shifts back to the stage as Angel walks out and the nerves are right there in every fucking line of that body of hers. She's practically vibrating with it and there goes my fucking control.
I stalk forward ready to reach down Diego's fucking throat and yank his spine out, but when Angel sees me coming something calms in her and the shaking stops.
Fuck if that doesn’t change something.
Hell, she might have flinched at me twice now but she’s still coming back for more. That has to count for something.
I decide right then and there that I want it to count for something.
Diego starts calling out at her and I wave Speck off when he starts cussing him out under his breath. I’m calm now, I’m thinking clearly and I know what I need to do.
“Don’t call him. I’ve got this under control.”
I motion at Mike to get him to bring Diego over to me. I’m not walking over to the cunt, he’s in my fucking bar.
Diego frowns and tries to snarl at Mike, only stopping himself from taking a swing at the bouncer when he looks up and sees me. He stalks over to me with a snarl on his ugly fucking mug.
“The fuck do you want, Callaghan? I’m trying to enjoy the show.”
I take a sip of my drink, all fucking casual, and say, “You’re welcome to enjoy the show but if you try to put your hands on one of my girls again you’ll be answering to me. You’re not going to enjoy that shit either.”
His lip curls up even more at me. “Who the fuck do you think you are, telling me what to do? She’s club property. I’ll fuck her if I want to.”
Over my dead body will this cunt touch her. “This is your last warning about my girls. That one dancing up there, you hurt her or scare her off? That's the income of this place cut in half. Means the extra cash we put through starts looking suspicious and it affects the club. You stay the fuck away from her or I'll be fucking dealing with you."
His face shifts, the disdain for me and my club clear, because he doesn't fucking deal with being told no. Not ever, he throws the spoiled fucking biker version of a tantrum.
Shedding blood and fucking with business.
"If she's dancing here she belongs to the club."
My jaw tightens and I take a step in towards him, ready to just fucking kill him and be done with it. Fuck, Luis would never forgive the club and it'd be war but fuck would it be worth it. Speak of the devil, he's heading towards us with a frown at the murder on my face.
"She belongs to the Coldstone charter. You touch her and you answer to us. Nothing your daddy can do to save you."
Luis stops at Diego's side and tips his head to me. "He'll leave her alone. Plenty of pussy for him to chase that isn't your money maker."
I nod at him and jerk my head towards Diamond at the bar. "All the other girls do extra, for fee or free, for the club. I'm not forcing our money maker and fucking with my business."
Reiterating to cover my ass because Diego is still eyeballing Angel and I'm going to rip his throat out with my bare fucking teeth like a savage if he doesn't quit it.
Luis nods and claps Diego on the back, "Plenty of hot pussy around for you to have, son. If she ain't playing then leave her be."
Diego's lip curls at me but I walk away from them both and find a seat in the front fucking row to watch the rest of Angel's dance.
Her eyes meet mine and her body goes from that smooth and fluid way she dances to languid and liquid, like molten fire trapped in the most fucking sexy body that’s ever existed.
The men around us quieten down a little and I know if I break her eye contact I’ll see them all taking notice of the change in her from hot piece of ass to a fucking siren, a fucking nymph out here trying to put every man in here under her spell.