Heart Recaptured (Hades Hangmen, #2)(17)
Her eyebrows pulled down. “Do you chastise me?”
Standing up, I glanced down at Lilah brushing the dried leaves off her butt-ugly dress and said, “Considering I don’t know what the hell chastise means, I’m sure we’ll never f*ckin’ know now will we, sweet cheeks? I mean, I’m surprised an evil, infectious, heathen motherf*cker like me has survived in life this long without God throwing down a lightning bolt to fry my ass!”
Pushing herself off the ground, Lilah stood before me, mouth tight. She curtly stated, “Can I request that you refrain from calling me… sweet cheeks? My name is Lilah.”
Shocked by her brass balls confrontation, I crept forward, almost stalking her. Lilah’s face immediately lost its anger and she completely froze. When we were toe to toe, Lilah dropped her head in submission, and I felt like an ass. The bitch was completely f*cked up and scared as shit. Hell, she was even shaking.
Reaching down, I held her hand. Hearing her gasp, I pulled her forward anyway. I wanted to get back to my room so Tiff and Jules could service my dick. Being around and on top of this pilgrim blonde had given me the boner from hell.
“Come on, we’re getting you home before Styx and Mae have my ass. I already have a f*ckin’ Jack-induced bass drum beating in my head. Adding in Mae’s whining voice will only make it worse!”
We cut through the heavy woods at a fast pace, and I ignored Lilah trying to loosen her small hand from my tight hold and her whimpering. I wasn’t letting go; I wasn’t giving her a chance to run off on me again. I just wanted her back locked away above the garage so I could have a break from all this God talk.
It was bringing out the hives.
As we broke the line of trees to the compound, a bunch of the guys were outside checking out Cowboy’s—a Hangmen nomad—newly built chopper. Cowboy hadn’t left after the commune raid a few weeks ago. His best friend, nomad brother and f*cking shadow, Hush, had stayed around too. Cowboy was as laid back as hell, always cracking jokes. Hush, the total opposite, eyes always assessing folk and always ready to fight.
Cowboy and Hush would do anything for Styx. He let them both go nomad after life dealt Cowboy some seriously bad shit when at their previous chapter. They’d always drop in to see us here as much as possible. In fact, I was thinking it wouldn’t be long until they both patched in to our mother chapter right here in Austin. These Louisiana rednecks seemed to have found their place amongst us original sinners here in the Lone Star State. And they’d fit right in next to Viking and Flame. Cowboy, with his blond hair, full leathers, colorful body tattoos, black steel-toe cowboy boots, and leather Stetson that seemed glued to his head, and Hush, our mixed-race brother with bright blue eyes, with his no-shit attitude and f*cking perfect aim. These brothers were full on Hangmen, legit, and it’d be good to have them at our table. With more enemies at our door than we had guns, we would need as many trustworthy brothers as we could recruit.
When Viking caught sight of Lilah and me cutting across the yard, he whistled to get my attention. I held up my hand in dismissal.
“Not the f*ck now, Vike. I gotta take care of some shit for Styx, and I don’t need to hear f*ck all from your stupid mouth,” I snapped.
Vike tapped AK’s shoulder, then smirked at me. “What shit you gotta do? Or is it who you gotta do? You rushing to bust a nut into the blond Amish bitch?”
Catching the shocked stutter of Lilah’s breath, I swung to face her and saw tears of hurt and confusion filling her eyes. I took a deep breath. I was gonna kill that redheaded dick hole.
Shaking loose Lilah’s hand, I turned to storm at Viking, when Lilah suddenly gripped my arm, holding me back. “Please, do not leave me. I am afraid out here… with them. I do not know them… I…”
Exhaling and working on calming down, I nodded my head and retook her hand. I caught her almost silent sigh of relief. My stomach tightened and something strange seemed to burn in my chest. I liked that she seemed to feel safe with me.
Hell. I liked it a lot.
But when we brushed past Vike, I heard him mutter to AK, Cowboy, and Hush, “Fuck, she’s hot. What I wouldn’t give to skull-f*ck that mouth.”
I lost it.
Yanking my hand out of Lilah’s, ignoring her terrified cry, I charged at Viking, knocking his stupid ass to the asphalt and giving him two hard jabs in his f*ckin’ filterless mouth.
Viking spat blood in my face and jerked his legs, knocking me to the side. Just before the asswipe could strike back, I kicked him in his balls with my left boot, enjoying hearing him squeal and turn blue, squirming in pain as he fell to the ground.
“Skull-f*ck that, fire crotch,” I spat and jumped to my feet, immediately searching for Lilah. She was between Cowboy, Hush, and AK. AK was holding her arm. I stormed over to my brothers to see AK smile wide at her and Cowboy tip his Stetson. Hush kinda grunted, and Lilah swallowed hard. She looked as scared as all hell, her eyes firmly fixed on the ground.
AK caught my approach and my hard stare at his arm on Lilah’s. He immediately let go, and Lilah’s eyes fluttered up to meet mine, softening in relief.
“You kill him yet?” AK asked, nodding his head in Vike’s direction.
Wiping my bloodied knuckles on my wet jeans, I glanced back at Vike, still fetal on the ground, cupping his balls. “Nah, not that goddamn lucky. That bastard could survive a f*ckin’ nuclear holocaust, Vike and the goddamn cockroaches… and he’d probably attempt to skull-f*ck all’a them too. Asshole.”