Undeniable (Undeniable, #1)(24)

His eyebrows drew together. “Babe?”

“No!” I yelled. “You called me an old lady! I am not an old lady; I’m a Demon! I was born and raised in the life, and I’m not going to be locked up in some cabin in the middle of nowhere waiting for you to hang out with me!”

“You done?” he asked evenly.

“Are you going to let me hang out here?”

“No.”

I scrambled off his lap. “No?” I whispered.

“Yeah, babe. No. You’re goin’ to my place, and I’ll be there with you when I’m not here.”

I gaped at him. “You won’t let me stay here, but you’ll let Kami?”

His expression hardened. “Kami’s a f*ckin’ whore,” he said flatly. “Locked in a room with two of my boys right now.”

“Fuck. You,” I spat. “If I wanted to be treated like this, I’d be in a Demon’s bed, not yours!”

In the blink of an eye, Deuce was off the stool, gripping my shoulders.

“First,” he growled, “don’t run your f*ckin’ mouth at me. Ever. Second, ain’t no way I’m lettin’ you hang here, so stop f*ckin’ askin’. Third, bitch, you throw shit ’bout bein’ in someone else’s bed at me again, and I’m puttin’ you on a plane back to New York, so you can climb right the f*ck in someone else’s bed. And you can f*ckin’ stay there.”

Staring up at him, watching the lines around his eyes tightening, his nostrils flaring, his lips pressing together in a thin white line, and hearing the raw anger in his voice made my stomach drop. This wasn’t the Deuce I knew glaring down at me; this was Deuce—badass biker, cold-blooded killer—furious with me. Me.

What had I done?

My lip began to tremble, and I bit down on it.

“You feel me, Eva?”

I nodded.

“Say it,” he growled.

Sheesh. My own father, even when mad at me, had never spoken to me like this.

“I feel you,” I whispered.

He shoved me toward the doors. “Go to my f*ckin’ room if you’re gonna cry. Last thing I need is weepin’ females in my f*ckin’ club.”

My tears spilled over as I pushed blindly through the swinging doors, down the back hallway, past the hall of bedrooms, and to the very end to Deuce’s suite. Digging through my backpack, I pulled out my credit card and called the airline. I was going home.

? ? ?

Deuce ran his hands through his air. Fuck, she pissed him off.

She had called herself a Demon! What the f*ck was Preacher thinking raising her inside the club? The entire f*cking circuit knew Eva Fox. Why the f*ck had Preacher done that shit?

Christ. He would not rearrange his whole f*cking life for some bitch just because he had some f*cked-up obsession with her.

“Hey, you.”

He turned and found Miranda pushing through the kitchen doors.

“You want somethin’ to eat, baby? I was gonna make myself a salad.”

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “I want somethin’ to f*ckin’ eat.”

Miranda was his bitch. He didn’t share her. He gave her a room at the club, so he had access to her when he wanted it. Since Eva’s arrival, he’d considered sending her to the apartment he paid for.

He was seriously reconsidering that now.

Gripping Miranda’s tiny waist, he swung her up on the counter in front of him and pushed down the straps of her tank top revealing the doubleDs he bought a few years back.

“You done with that little girl?” she purred.

“Shut up,” he muttered and took her mouth in his.

? ? ?

After booking a flight home for the next afternoon, I dried my eyes and set out to find Kami. I found her in Cox’s bedroom in a seriously compromising position with Cox and Ripper that I was pretty sure would be giving me nightmares for the rest of my life. I told her I would talk to her later and slammed the door. Then I headed toward the front of the warehouse to tell Deuce I was leaving. He wasn’t in the main room or his office, which left the kitchen or the bathrooms. I checked the kitchen first.

Miranda’s back was facing me, but I could see Deuce just fine.

I was not going to cry. Nope. Just because he wasn’t the man I thought he was didn’t mean I was going to cry. It was my own fault, putting him on some kind of pedestal; when in reality, he was just another biker who lies, cheats, steals, and can’t resist slutty club ass.

He looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. If he was surprised to see me, or felt any sort of guilt at all, he didn’t show it. For this, I was grateful. My threatening tears were replaced by anger—anger that allowed me to meet him stare for stare.

I was still standing there staring when the gate alarm went off.

ZZ came flying down the hallway past me. “RAID!” he bellowed. Several more brothers followed him, looking panicked. Cox and Ripper were next, shirtless and pulling on jeans as they ran.

I moved out of the way of the stampede and into the kitchen. Miranda had since jumped off Deuce and was pulling up her tank top. Deuce walked by without even looking at me.

Miranda and I caught eyes. “Eva,” she said softly. “I’m gonna tell you this because you’re a sweet girl. Deuce is not a one-woman man. He never will be. You’d do well to find yourself a nice guy who will worship all that beautiful you’ve got goin’ on—not just once in a while, but all the time.”