Wild Like the Wind (Chaos #5)(56)

Unfortunately, since the timing was shit, she’d walked right into the Compound.

“I come at a bad time?” she asked, rounding the curve to the bar.

“Never a bad time for you, darlin’,” Tack answered. “Everything okay?”

“No,” she told him, her attention moving direct to Boz.

Hound’s neck started burning again.

Oh no, she was not.

“What’s going on?” Hop asked, an edge to his voice, thinking she was dealing with some shit she wanted Chaos to handle, not having any clue Keely didn’t actually have a problem.

She was there to throw down with Boz.

Guess an entire weekend of Jean and Hound’s dick didn’t shore her up to be in a good mood for anything that came her way. It was Monday, she’d reset his alarm clock and left him in his bed at five that morning.

And now she looked like she wanted to kill someone.

Namely Boz.

“She said yes,” Keely told Boz.

Fucking hell.

“Who said yes, sweetheart?” Boz, like all of the men, careful and attentive to Black’s widow.

“Beverly,” she stated, tossing her hair. “She said yes this weekend when her guy asked her to marry him.”

Christ.

This was the worst possible time for her to be doing this.

Boz, wound up, got jacked up. Hound could feel it pounding off him.

“So, you want me to make sure she sends you an invite?” she asked fake sweet, tilting her head to the side.

It was on the tip of his tongue to intervene.

But who he was and who she was right there, in the Compound, on Chaos, he could not fucking intervene.

Someone had earned a goddamned spanking, that he knew.

“Keely, babe—” Boz started pacifyingly.

Standing a few feet in front of Boz, she put her hands on her hips. “You down with that, Boz? You good she’s gonna marry a wimpy guy with a little dick who doesn’t make her happy, just makes her not alone? You okay with that?”

Shit.

Joker made a low noise at “little dick,” but other than that wisely remained quiet.

“We were done a long time ago, honey,” Boz murmured.

“So you are good with that,” she declared. “You’re okay she’s still totally in love with you. Has been waiting years for you to pull your head out of your goddamned ass and—”

Boz was getting even more jacked up, all the men felt it, but Hound acted to do something about it.

He scraped his stool back, got off, rounded Boz and stalked to her.

Grabbing her upper arm, she snapped, “Hound!” but he whirled her around, dropped her arm, caught her hand and dragged her out.

He pulled her right to her car, jerked her until she was back to her door, got in her space, and bent his neck to get in her face.

“Are you insane?” he asked.

“Well, you wouldn’t do anything about it and she called me at school today to give me the happy news and then immediately burst into tears. And they weren’t tears of joy, Hound. So what do you expect me to do?”

“I expect you to go to her house, get her loaded and talk her outta marrying a guy who’s not for her. Not waltz into the Compound and get up in a brother’s shit.”

“Someone has to do it.”

“And that someone can only be you because you’re Black’s widow and you’re the only bitch breathing any brother would put up with that shit.”

She snapped her mouth shut and her eyes flashed.

“You know it,” he growled. “You know every brother would walk a mile with bare feet on broken glass for you. You haven’t used it but the situation obviously never came up. Now, it’s come up and your ass is here, stickin’ your nose in shit that,” he got closer, “I fuckin’ told you to keep your nose out of.”

“You’re their dog on a leash, Hound, not me,” she threw in his face.

He leaned back.

Her expression instantly untwisted, going from pissed to repentant.

“Fuck, that was outta line,” she whispered.

“Damn straight,” he agreed. “Now go see to your girl and we’re off for tonight.”

He started to move away but she grabbed his wrist, murmuring, “Shep.”

He yanked it free and hissed, “Don’t fuckin’ touch me. Not on Chaos. I’m Hound on Chaos. The dick you play with belongs to Shep. Don’t forget that, Keely.”

She looked like he hit her but he didn’t give a shit.

He walked away.

Right into the Compound.

“You set her straight, brother?” Boz called as he stalked toward the door at the back that led to the brothers’ rooms.

Right.

Apparently they were all good when Hound was dealing with Boz’s problems.

Hound kept moving, turning only his head to Boz, having all the men’s eyes, but feeling only Tack’s stare.

“She’s right. Bev loves you,” Hound said. “You never stopped lovin’ Bev. She’s lonely and tired of goin’ it alone. Get your head outta your ass and do somethin’ about that, Boz. Or it’s gonna be too late. If it isn’t that shit already.”

He stopped at the door, turned to the room and lowered his final blow on his bud.