Part 6 (2/2)
He had let his beard grow out, there were signs of gray interspersed among the blonde and a few lines around his eyes. I sucked in a breath. He'd grown even more beautiful with age.
”Gotta go,” He said to his phone and tossed it on the desk.
I cleared my throat. ”I was in the neighborhood,” I said dumbly. ”Thought I'd stop by.”
”You were in the neighborhood,” He repeated.
I nodded. Wow. I was such an idiot. If she'd heard this, Kami would have kicked my a.s.s.
”Cole,” The woman hissed. ”Who the f.u.c.k is this girl?”
I had never heard anyone call Deuce anything but Deuce. I knew his real name, Cole West, but it didn't fit. Deuce, meaning ”Devil”, fit him.
Deuce blinked and looked back at the blonde. ”Get the f.u.c.k outta here, Christine. You got your f.u.c.kin' money, now go.”
He glanced back at me and I watched his icy blues drink me in from head to toe and back up again, stopping on his father's medallion. His lips curved into a smile.
I felt my body go soft, warm and needy. He did this to me just by looking at me. His power over me was incredible, indescribable, as it had always been. It didn't matter that I hadn't seen him in four years; I wanted him every bit as badly as the last time and the time before that. Even more because I'd had him and had craved him ever since.
He saw the change in me, noticed it instantly. His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened with hunger. I knew this look. Deuce was hungry. I was food.
I loved that look. It made me feel beautiful, powerful and utterly feminine.
I sucked in air through my nose willing myself to stay put when I wanted nothing more than to run to him, strip him naked and f.u.c.k him blind.
”You here alone?” He asked roughly.
I shook my head. ”Brought Kami with me.”
His eyes narrowed and I stifled a laugh. He obviously remembered her.
”Where is she?”
”Entertaining a few of your boys.”
He smirked. ”c.o.x?”
”And Ripper.”
He rolled his eyes. ”Nice.”
”Cole! Who the f.u.c.k is this b.i.t.c.h and why the f.u.c.k is she wearin' a Hors.e.m.e.n tag?”
His head swiveled back to Christine. ”What the f.u.c.k did I say to you? Get the f.u.c.k outta here!”
Her face went arctic. Glacial. ”No,” She hissed. ”Tell me why this little girl is standin' in your office wearin' a Hors.e.m.e.n tag! Old ladies don't get 'em, kids don't get 'em unless they get a cut and ain't no girl ever got a cut and wh.o.r.es sure as f.u.c.k don't get em. So why the f.u.c.k does this b.i.t.c.h have one!”
Deuce stood up. His Harley belt buckle sagged low on low rise, baggy jeans, jeans that were as equally holey as his white tee s.h.i.+rt. To quote Kami, ”H-O-T”.
”Get out,” He growled.
”TELL ME WHY SHE'S WEARIN' IT!”.
Deuce's fists came slamming down on his desk sending papers and file folders flying everywhere. ”Because I f.u.c.kin' gave it to her!”
Christine's head snapped sideways. ”You little f.u.c.kin' wh.o.r.e!” She screamed.
My mouth fell open and I took a step backwards. This was exactly why my father didn't allow his boy's old ladies in the club unless it was a planned visit or a Sunday barbeque.
”Christine!” Deuce bellowed. Take the money you came for and get your f.u.c.kin' a.s.s outta here!”
Ignoring Deuce, she kept her frightening gaze on me. ”What the f.u.c.k did you have to do to get that?” She hissed. ”You some kinda kinky f.u.c.ked up wh.o.r.e who takes on three brothers at a time? Was that your f.u.c.kin' prize for being such a G.o.dd.a.m.n s.l.u.t, for f.u.c.kin' other women's men? You f.u.c.kin' proud of yourself you stupid little s.k.a.n.k b.i.t.c.h?”
Wow. Just...wow. How did one respond to that?
I looked to Deuce for help. I didn't know what to do or say, or if I should do or say anything at all. This hadn't gone at all like I'd planned. Not that I'd actually planned on anything specific happening, only vague scenarios all including Deuce without pants on and being really happy to see me. Being screamed at by Deuce's wife, I can honestly say, hadn't crossed my mind.
”Christine,” He growled low. Scary low. ”Only gonna say this one more time. Get your f.u.c.kin' a.s.s outta my club.”
”I'm gonna bleed you dry,” She hissed. ”Gonna take everything you f.u.c.kin' have, gonna take your kids, your money, and when I tell the f.u.c.kin' cops what goes on round here, I'm gonna take your f.u.c.kin' freedom.”
This had gone past uncomfortable and well into hazardous. I should never have come here. Since they were busy glaring at one another I started backing out of the room and backed right into a hard body.
The biker standing behind me I recognized. His name was Mick and I had seen him here and there growing up. His messy black hair hung long. He had pretty green eyes and a well trimmed goatee. He was tall, leanly muscled and looked extremely p.i.s.sed off.
”Prez?” He asked. ”You need help with this b.i.t.c.h?”
Deuce was rounding his desk and advancing on Christine. She met him head on, swinging her purse through the air. He ducked, grabbed her purse strap, and barreled into her. She went up and over his shoulder, screaming and flailing.
Deuce, with Christine, stalked across the room. Mick and I hurried out of the way. As soon as Deuce was gone, Mick turned to me.
”What the f.u.c.k are you doing here?” He growled.
My mouth opened but no sound came out. What?
He shook his head, glaring at me. ”Thought Deuce learned his lesson when Preacher put him the hospital but, christ, the two of you just keep goin' back for more.”
My heart stopped beating. ”What did you say?” I whispered.
”Your old man, babe. Capped him twice, he nearly bled out. He was in surgery for a f.u.c.kin' minute. Needed a transfusion. Was in the hospital for weeks.”
I blinked rapidly, trying to process everything he'd just said. Shot him twice? Bled out. Surgery. Transfusion.
”Because of me?” I whispered. My voice caught and my eyes filled with tears. I hadn't known. If I had, I would have stayed away from him. Never ever would I have put Deuce in danger. G.o.d, I was so stupid. Stupid to push him into having s.e.x with me. Stupid to think my father wouldn't know. He always knew, he knew everything.
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