Furore (The Night Skulls MC #1)(37)

“Yes,” I said, starting the car.

“Then promise me.”

I wasn’t planning on hiding anything from Laius. I trusted him that much, but I couldn’t say no to Michele either. “I promise,” I said as I checked the GPS and looked through the windshield to make sure for the millionth time that I was heading toward the right place. Rosewood. The Night Skulls’ compound where Laius had told me he was staying in an angry message after he promised to punish me for not being there yesterday outside of the Arena or at my place when he’d come looking for me.

My vagina buzzed with anticipation, and when a couple of motorcycles flashed out of the forthcoming, creepy gates, my nipples hardened at the thrill for I was indeed in Rosewood.

“There’s a couple more things you need to know before—”

My heart contracted, and I couldn’t hear what Michele was saying, as another motorcycle darted out of the ugly gates. Ty’s bike with him on it.





CHAPTER 23


Furore



“Wipe that fucking frown off your face and get your hairy dick wet.” Fort yawned, only in his boxers, scratching his balls in what remained of the kitchen. “Can’t believe you spent the whole night fucking your fist in a cold bed.” He grabbed himself a beer. Breakfast for champs. “But don’t ya worry. I got you covered. Told all the whores to stay in. You can’t wait on the bitch forever. You’re fucking Prez. She ditched your ass last night. You go have some fun with another pussy. There’s plenty to choose from.”

“Don’t call her that,” I growled at my own beer, not even looking at him.

“Huh?”

“You heard me. She’s my bitch. Only I get to call her that.”

“Ugh, fuck this shit. I didn’t throw you that motherfucking party so you can pout like a fart ass baby. You just came out of the slammer, bro. Get your cock sucked and your shit together. You don’t need the trouble that girl is causing now. We need ya, and so does Rex. At least, he came, y’all. Shouldn’t you be dancing off your ass that he did?”

“My shit is together, Fort. I don’t need your old ass to remind me of what I gotta do. Don’t forget who you’re talking to.”

“Sorry, Prez,” he mumbled.

“And Rex only came to bitch about his fucking mother. He’s still in diapers and he’s giving me a piece of his shitty mind, telling me, his own daddy, to fuck off. I swear that boy is gonna be the end of me.”

“He’s a fucking prick raised by a wench, sure, but sometimes that shit is better than nothing. He hasn’t talked to you in what? Fifteen years? He showed up last night, bro. Yeah, he didn’t help himself to any pussy either,” he rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air like he didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with us, “and he was talking shit and what not, but he showed the fuck up.”

“I just didn’t need that shit now. He’s fucking eighteen. I thought he’d get his head out of his ass and start listening and seeing things for what they really are.” I thought she would, too.

I glanced at my phone for what must have been the hundredth time, but there were no messages from her. I started to worry. What if she didn’t make it because something bad happened? She and her car weren’t at her place at night, either. I checked.

Or she just ditched your ass like Fort said and left town like she’d planned.

Fuck. Slamming the counter, I got off the dingy stool. “I’m going for a ride.”

“C’mon,” he drawled. “You’re gonna look for her, aren’t ya?”

I threw a glare at him and grabbed my keys. On my way out, a commotion started. Bitches were yelling, and then one of them was crying. “She hit me! I’m fucking bleeding, you bitch!”

“Ooh, a catfight!” Fort sneered, running out of the kitchen to watch the show.

Like I needed more fucking drama. My eyes rolled as I headed out. I tiptoed among the naked bodies scattered on the floor. When I reached the rubble of what used to be the lounge, there was a blonde bitch in nothing but a white tank top and a G-string hunkered on the floor, bleeding from her nose, a few of her friends gathering around her.

“I’m sorry, but you were attacking me for no reason at all.”

I couldn’t see who was speaking because of the swarm of angry bees blocking the view, but I’d recognize that voice anywhere.

I took one step before the blonde bitch growled, jumping to her feet, and charged forward. The swarm dispersed, and Jo was standing at the front door, a target. I was about to end this fight with one word, but Jo ducked and dodged the bitch, then grabbed her arms behind her back and twisted her wrist.

“You bitch! Prez! Fort! She’s gonna break my arm!” the blonde bitch shrieked.

Fort looked at me for permission to interfere, but I shook my head. Now, I and my cock were enjoying the show.

“I’m not going to break anything if you just learn to use your words. How hard could that be?” Jo said, and I couldn’t hold the laughter.

Silence fell in as Jo met my face. She was wearing her shades, but I knew she was staring at me as intently as I was staring at her. I couldn’t explain the joy and relief filling me the second I saw her despite the rumbling rage that screamed at me to throw her over my shoulder, tie her to my bed and fuck her until she learned how to be my good girl.