Start a War (Saint View Psychos #1)(60)

I needed to take my frustrations out on someone. I needed a release.

The sooner we got to the party the better.





23





BLISS





The Slayers’ MC compound was like a mini jail on the outskirts of Saint View, the woods surrounding it on all four sides, and only a narrow private road making it accessible by car. The tall, barbed-wire-topped fence started at the turnoff, and we’d been driving for five minutes along the bumping lane, trying to get to the gate.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” I asked Rebel for the third time. I peered out the window. There were a few houses here and there, their lights visible through the thick trees, but it wasn’t like the road was signposted with a cheery “Welcome! Club entrance 200 yards on your left.”

“I’m sure. The entrance is just up ahead. Listen, before we go in. Do you need a safe word?”

I gaped at her. “For what?”

“If you want out.”

I swallowed thickly, nerves rocketing around my stomach. Maybe I did need one. It couldn’t hurt. “Sandwiches.”

Rebel raised an eyebrow. “Okay then. Interesting choice, but sandwiches it is. You want out, just…make out like you’re planning a picnic.”

“Could I not just say, let’s go?”

“Probably, but I don’t think I need to explain to you where we are. These guys aren’t always polite company. War runs a tight ship. He’d never let anyone get hurt, but he’s not gonna protect you from crude language or a slap to the ass either, you know? You’re probably gonna see stuff that doesn’t happen at your five-course dinner parties.”

A set of huge metal gates loomed ahead of us. The Slayers’ logo right in the middle, a hooded demon with a scythe in its hand in the center.

It was almost as terrifying as Psychos’ logo.

“Last chance to bail, Dis. You in or you out?”

“I’m in.”

“That’s my girl.” She shimmied her slight shoulders with excitement. “We’re gonna have the best night. These guys, Bliss. They’re fucking hot. If the bad boy thing does it for you, that is.”

I wasn’t sure if it did or not. Caleb was certainly the complete opposite of a bad boy. And Vincent had a very clean-cut, preppy look about him too. Nash was definitely headed more toward bad boy in terms of his appearance, but Nash was nice right down to his very soul.

But there was no doubting I was attracted to War. I had been from the moment I’d seen him at the police station.

I stopped the car to pause at the gate, and a hooded figure stepped from the shadows, his MC cut tight on his chest, a sawed-off shotgun in one hand.

A trickle of fear rolled down my spine at the huge, intimidating man walking our way. I had no idea what his name was, but it should have been Tree Trunk. Because he was as tall and as thick as one. Rebel stuck her head out the window and waved. “You wanna let us in, Fang? Just me.”

“That ain’t your car, Rebel. Who’s with you?”

“Bliss Arthur? War invited her.”

A look of recognition crossed the man’s face, but he still bent down to peer through my open window.

“Ah, hi,” I stuttered, completely intimidated by his size and scowl. “Nice to meet you.”

He didn’t answer, his gaze lingering on Rebel. He pulled a small flashlight from the inside pocket of his cut and shined it around the back seat. “Pop the trunk.”

I pressed the little button on the dash, and Fang checked out the back. We waited quietly, and when he was done with his inspection, he slammed the trunk and tapped it twice.

“You’re good to go. Have a nice night, ladies.”

The gates opened with a shudder, letting out a creak of protest, but slowly swung inward. I inched the car forward, creeping inside. Once we were out of earshot, I turned big eyes on Rebel. “Well, he was kinda scary!”

Rebel glanced back over her shoulder where Fang had taken up his position in the dark again. “Fang? Nah, he’s a pussy cat.”

“More like a tiger. He’s huge.”

She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. “He’s huge everywhere.”

“You’ve slept with him?”

She nodded. “He’s an A-plus fuck too, Dis. If you want to take your frustrations out on him, I’d highly recommend it.”

I shook my head quickly.

She shrugged. “Maybe I will then. It’s been a while.”

“How many of these guys have you slept with?” There was no judgment in the question. I was literally just curious.

She shrugged. “No idea, to be honest. I don’t keep a little black book.” She winked at me. “It kept running out of pages.”

I laughed at her, envying her ease with her body and her sexuality. I wished I had half of her confidence. “My little black book would be more like a corner torn out of a page. Or however big you’d need to write down a whole three names.”

“Three? Seriously, Dis? I had three on my list the night I lost my virginity.”

My mouth dropped open. “You did not lose your virginity in a foursome!”

She laughed. “Okay, fine. It wasn’t quite that bad. But three guys? What the hell are you rich people doing over there? Live a little! Are you even allowed to say blow job on your side of town? Or do the heavens open so lightning can strike you down.”