“He give that to you? If you took it from him you’re gonna get yourself killed.”
I falter but Law’s lip curls at her and says, “You really can’t see a fucking thing that’s in front of you, can you? Tomi will do more than fire you if you keep it up, Diamond.”
She huffs and walks off. I let out a breath and sit next to him, careful to leave enough space between us that we won’t touch and he grins at me. “Ignore it. They’re all just writhing with jealousy over you and him.”
I shrug. “Is there really a me and him? I’m not sure what he’s trying to do but I’m just trying to survive.”
He grins and gets out his phone, tapping away at the screen and then flipping it over to show me a text from Tomi.
A bullet between the motherfucking eyes. You touch her and that’s what you get.
I blink at it.
He chuckles and tucks the phone away. “I was raised in Keely and Hawk’s place. They all call me and Lyn ‘the extras’. The extra kids they took on to keep us safe and, fuck it, loved. Tomi’s been the closest thing to a big brother we’ve ever had and, I promise you, he’s dead fucking serious about killing me if I touch you. I’d say what he’s trying to do is keep you for himself.”
Oh hell.
Oh hell in a handbasket, this isn’t fucking good.
There’s a whole lot of shit Tomi is going to lose his mind over when he finds out I’ve been lying to him and the club. If he really does… want to keep me, I’m fucked.
Royally, totally, completely fucked.
Good thing I’m great at thinking on my feet, something you learn as a gutter rat pretty quick on the streets.
I clear my throat. “I’m actually really tired. Is there any way you could drop me off home? I can talk to Tomi tomorrow or whenever he’s not busy with the club stuff.”
Law frowns a little and grabs out his phone, tapping away with a little frown that looks so out of place on his face. “Okay, yeah, Tomi said I can drive you home.”
There’s a nice block of apartments a few streets over from the hotel I’ve booked for the week. As long as I can convince him not to walk me to the door then I’ll be okay.
I smile and grab the rest of my shit together. Once I’m ready I nod at Law and he starts running his mouth again, lots of shit that just doesn’t make sense to me but I smile and nod along anyway.
He gets three steps out the back door before he abruptly stops, cursing viciously under his breath. “Get back inside, Angel.”
I turn around but the door has auto-locked behind us.
“There’s that sweet ass. Get lost, kid. We’ve been waiting too fucking long to get a piece of that bitch.”
Law’s shoulders are pulled in tight but he doesn’t react in any other way. I glance around him and see three guys, all of them older and bigger than him. They’re all regulars, never been the type to try anything but I guess they’ve wanted to.
“Stay behind me and get Tomi on the line. Or Rue, you got his number?”
I don’t, I don’t even have a working phone but Law just throws me his own phone.
I dial with shaking fingers, thankful I can remember the number and the dial tone is loud in my ear as Law presses me back into the door with his body. Even knowing the gesture is protective, my heart starts to thump in panic and I want to puke.
“You got her home safe or not, dipshit?”
“It’s me. We need help.”
He curses down the line right as Law lurches away from me and throws himself at the guys. He knocks one over and punches another in the face with a sharp right hook. He’s stronger than them, faster, and better trained, and I watch on as he effectively and freaking brutally takes the three of them on and wins.
I’ve definitely been underestimating the smiling, happy twin.
By the time the roar of the motorbikes hits our ears Law has one of the guys out cold, another groaning and choking on his own blood next to him, while he straddles the last guy and beats on him.
My legs hold me up until the motorcycles park and Tomi comes stalking over, then I slide down the door until I’m parked on my ass on the gravel.
“The fuck happened, Law? Where the fuck was Mike?”
Law smashes his fist one last time and then stands, his chest heaving but other than a ripped shirt and bleeding knuckles he looks just fine. “He’s inside watching the floor. There’s been a big crowd tonight, no way I could grab him without risking the other girls.”
Rue curses and stalks inside The Boulevard without another word.
Speck spits on one of the guys as he passes. “Lemme guess. They wanted something that wasn’t for sale? I know Brandon, he’s a fucking piece of shit.”
Their words are all sort of… wrong as they make it to my ears. Disjointed, like they’re making their way through a tunnel to get to me.
Oh.
I’m in shock.
“Angel. Can you get up or do you need some help?”
I startle and flinch back at Speck’s voice but he doesn’t attempt to touch me or get too close. Just stands there and waits for my answer.
Law and Hellion start scraping the guys up while Tomi gets on the phone. “Yeah, we need a clean up. Three guys attacked one of our girls. Law walked in on it, dealt with it. Yeah… yeah, we’ll get her home safe. She’s not interested in your kinda help.”
That’s not exactly what had happened but I’m sure he has his reasoning for… tweaking the truth.
“I’m… I’m okay. I just need a minute.” My voice sounds hollow and kind of wrong in my own ears but Speck doesn’t comment, just nods and leans against the wall next to me.
“I’ll take you back to the clubhouse when you’re ready. It’ll be best to keep you close for the night, just in case. There’s a bunk room that you can crash in… or Tomi’s room, whichever you want, Angel.”
I nod and scrub my hands over my arms. I don’t want to be lost in my own head after this but, hell, the clubhouse is still freaking terrifying to me. I’d take a night with the cattiness of the strippers over the looks from the bikers there.
Tomi stalks over and pulls me to my feet, his eyes fucking furious as he takes me in.
“Help the others, Speck, I’m taking her home.”
The club is pulsing with music and laughter and life.
I’m instantly uncomfortable. The last time I was here I barely saw anything thanks to the warm beer and the crowd, but the entire bar area is freaking overflowing with bikers and women now.
There’s hands everywhere and as I walk through behind Tomi there’s more than one set of hands grabbing at my ass. I plaster myself to his back, trying desperately to keep away from the men, and when we finally make it to the hallway he glances down at me and snaps, “Why are you still fucking shaking?”
I roll my eyes. “Did you not just see the amount my ass got groped? Fuck, if I didn’t have shorts on I probably would have had fingers inside me thanks to your fucking brothers.”
His eyebrows draw down low. “Get your ass in there.”
Great.
He’s just been reminded that I’m a woman who sells her body on a fucking stage and now he’s pissed about wanting me again.