Raging Heart On (Lucas Brothers #2)(116)

“Stop being a nosy bitch, Babs,” Max says coming up behind me. He puts his hands on my shoulders, and I relax a little.

“Screw you, Dawg. You’re looking good for a jailbird.”

“Yeah, you’re looking good too, for a chick who’s stuck with Topper.”

“Fuck you, Dawg,” that comes from a tall, skinny man who has to be close to seven foot and barely has more meat on him than I do.

“Sorry, man, not my type,” Max says. “Now if you ladies will excuse me, I’m going to take my woman back to our room.”

I watch the banter back and forth. I don’t know if Max is serious, but I do know I like being called his woman.

“Oh, Max is going to have a little of the old in and out,” Topper jokes and I’m doing my damnedest not to blush.

“Take old one-eye to the optometrist. Get a little slap and tickle,” he keeps going on and Max gives him the finger and takes my hand leads me back through the compound, while everyone else is laughing.

“You have some strange friends,” I tell him when the door closes behind us, leaving the laughter and Topper’s comments behind.

“Yeah, but they’re good ones,” Max says and after having spending some time with them, I’m starting to think he’s right.

“So what’s the plan now?” I ask as Max leads us through the main room.

“Max! Blaze was just telling me you made it back.” Some skanky woman wearing a white t-shirt and nothing else, including a bra that she desperately needed, sing-songs, blocking our way from the main entrance to the rooms. I have a bad feeling this is going to be Jenna.

“Hey, Dawg, ol’ man. How’s it hanging?” A man says coming out of the room zipping up his pants. He doesn’t have a shirt on, and his chest is covered in tattoos, gorgeous ones, but I have a bad feeling this is Blaze and having just met Jinxy, I think he’s a douchebag.

“Jenna,” Max acknowledges, but his voice is tight. Seems I was right. “Not bad, Blaze. If you don’t mind old buddy, it’s been a rough couple of days and I want to get my dick wet for the first time in way too f*cking long,” Max says. I want to punch him in the junk, but since Jenna is shooting me evil looks and douche bag Blaze is eyeing me like I’m the Grade A steak freshly cut at his favorite butcher’s I mostly want to leave.

“I thought you and I could party, baby. Just like old times. I’ve missed you,” skanky queen pipes up.

“He can’t do that,” I interrupt before Max can say anything.

“Oh yeah, why’s that?”

“Because anything he puts in you isn’t coming near me, and I’m pretty sure that’s a deal breaker for him.

“Who the f*ck are you?”

“I’m…”

“Mine,” Max’s voice rings over the top of anything I can say. It’s cold and chills run down my back, but I don’t let on that I’m afraid it’s me Max is upset with. No, I stare down the cuntcake in front of me.

“Hey, I don’t mind sharing. Blaze here can give her a go,” Jenna whines, and it is a whine. Suddenly I want to slam my fist in that face over and over until I’m satisfied her crooked ass nose is smashed in enough that it doesn’t annoy me.

“Yeah man, that’s good with me, I think I could show…”

“No one touches Tess but me, ever. Got it, Blaze?” Blaze holds his hands up in the universal no-harm-no-foul gesture, but I’m still disgusted.

“I wouldn’t want any other man, after having Max. They’d just pale in comparison, what’s the point?” I say and make sure my voice is thick with contempt. “Besides, I wouldn’t dream of hurting Jinxy like that. That’s something one girl shouldn’t do to another unless of course you’re just a skanky slut-whore…”

“Why, you bitch!” Jenna says jumping after me, but I was expecting it, so I punch her hard in the throat. She staggers back, and I get ready to scratch her damn eyes out when she comes back after me but Blaze holds her back, and Max grabs me.

“That’s enough!” Max growls and his voice is deadly cold.

“Max, baby…” Jenna starts, and I jerk against his hold; ready to go after her again.

“Shut up Jenna and Tess, stop now,” he growls. “Jenna, I have an old lady now, and I’m no longer on the market. So respect my woman, or I’ll let Marcum know.”

“Whatever. Your ass will be locked back up soon anyway. I guess your time in the big house made you like skinny bitches. Hell, you probably been bending over for…”

Max has my hands, and he’s not letting go of me, but I know where the bitch is going, and there’s not a f*cking way in hell she’ll finish that thought. I still have on Max’s uncle’s boots because Cherry couldn’t find shoes to fit me. Suddenly I’m very glad I’m still wearing the hard steel toes. I’m far enough away that I can get a good angle, and that’s the only thought I have in my head when I do my old cheer coach proud and kick out, catching Jenna between her legs. She cries, crumpling to the ground and Max jerks me roughly further away from her. While she lies there whining, with tears running out of her eyes.

“Tess, go to our room and wait for me!” Max orders, and yeah there’s no doubting he’s pissed at me big time now. I figure it was worth it.