The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(40)

“Are you okay, Cherry?” She pulls her brows together and gives a concerning look. I want to lie like usual, but I need someone to talk to, someone to tell me what the hell to do. I close my eyes and look down at my glass of Coke. I’m always the one giving love advice. Hell, life advice. Yet here I am at the end of my rope.

“No, I’m not okay. In fact, I haven’t been okay for a while.” I sit back in my seat, and cross my arms.

“What happened, what’s wrong?” The waiter sets our plates down on our table and asks if we’d like anything else. Dani shoos him away.

“Lip.” I shrug, the smell of the burgers consuming my thoughts.

“What about him?”

“He’s just different. I noticed the changes while visiting him in prison. I didn’t think anything of it, because I thought being locked up he was just depressed or something. When he got out of prison, it was worse, and I thought it would go away, but it’s not.” I shove my plate away, not hungry anymore.

“What do you mean by different?”

“I dunno, like he’s hiding something from me. He has this look of darkness I can’t explain. There’s tension between us that was never there before.” I sit up in my seat and blow out an irritated breath. “You know we’ve only had sex three times since he was released a month ago. is something so nasty and dark sitting between us it’s like there isn’t any room for anything else.”

“Damn, Cherry, I didn’t know.”

“There are times he doesn’t come home for a couple nights in a row,” I mutter.

“You think he’s cheatin’? ‘Cause we will go key his bike right f*cking now!” Dani threatens. I can’t help but laugh. Sounds like something I would normally offer someone. I’ve rubbed off on her well.

“I don’t know if he’s cheating. But if he is, I will chop his f*cking nuts off.”

“You know the club is having a party this Friday.” Dani lifts a brow.

“Really? Maybe I should give an unexpected visit.”

“Maybe.” Dani smiles wickedly.





CHAPTER SEVEN


LIP


The club is blaring with music, and the lights are dimmed. The air is filled with smoke and cheap perfume, and a wave of people. I stride to the bar and grab a beer, watching the crowd.

Bull is sitting on the leather couch, a blonde chick wearing nothing but a bright pink bikini bottom dancing on a coffee table right in front of him. She has a nice pair of tits on her, but they’d be better if they were bigger.

Tom Cat has some girl bobbing up and down on his lap, and Bobby and Doc, our club doctor, are in the corner, making out with each other like a bunch of pre-teens. I take a sip of my beer. I should go home to Cherry.

“You look awfully lonely.” I look over my shoulder and find Dolly leaning against the bar, a beer in her hand.

“I’m not,” I reply, dry.

She smiles and steps up next to me.

“I think I may be drunk.” She giggles, her dark hair falling in front of her face. I look her up and down. She’s wearing some purple skimpy-looking top and black shorts. She stumbles into me, and I catch her.

“Maybe you should go lie down,” I encourage, trying to stand her up right. She turns in my hold, her body limp.

“You have really pretty eyes,” she slurs.

“Yeah, thanks,” I respond, uninterested.

She frowns. “Are you gay or something?”

I smirk, trying to fight through my laughter. I level her with a serious stare and cock my head to the side.

“Why do you think that? Because I’m not interested in some teeny-bopper who can’t hold her liquor?” She doesn’t respond, her eyes blinking rapidly like she’s trying convince herself I didn’t just say what I did.

“I don’t like girls who spread their legs easily. You’re like a f*cking penny—you’re two-faced and in everyone’s pants.” Her mouth opens and closes and her eyes flutter. I think she’s having an aneurism or some shit.

I hear a familiar giggle and look up. One of the Ghost Riders has his hand wrapped around Cherry’s waist, whispering something into her ear. What is she doing here? She laughs and tries to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. My brows pull together, and my blood goes cold.

I drop Dolly, letting her fall to the floor. Stomping toward the guy, my heart is slamming so hard in my chest my vision blurs. I can feel the poison of the reaper swimming in my veins. I am going to kill this motherf*cker. Without warning, I grab the f*cker by the throat and slam his head against the brick wall. Cherry screams and jumps back. I pull my knife out of my back pocket and flip it open. Without a second thought, I slam it forward, but my wrist is caught quickly before the blade can make contact.

“Drop it, brother,” Bobby whispers into my ear. I shrug him off and try to push through his hold, ready to gut this f*cker.

“Drop it, don’t do this. Not here,” Bobby continues. I grit my teeth and slam the man’s head against the wall one last time. Blood drips from the back of his head, splattering the floor.

I release my hold and let the guy fall to the floor in a daze. Cherry gasps next to me, catching my attention, Dani standing right beside her. She looks terrified.

“What the hell?” I slowly look over my shoulder finding Stunt, the president of the Ghost Riders, eyeballing me.