I press my swollen lips to his quickly and search his eyes. “This is always going to happen. We’re always going to blame the other. You sure this is what you want?”
Before he can answer, the front door flies open and Brooks rushes in. “Where the fuck is she?”
“She’s in the shower. She’s shaken up, but no damage. They fucking tied her up.”
Brooks grabs Zane’s neck and whispers something to him. The fucking sickening part, the part that makes me want to pull out my gun, is that Brooks keeps his eyes locked on mine the entire time.
Zane nods and when he turns to me, Brooks slaps him on the back. “Kace is going to take you back to the club. You’ll be safe there.” He pulls out a key and hands it to me. “This is for my room, use it and lock the door behind you.”
I step closer to him and rest my hands on his solid chest. “I can stay. I’ll stay with Adalyn.” I can feel Brooks’ gaze on me the entire time. It turns my stomach.
He pulls me in for a tight hug and presses his lips to my ear. “This is club business, Harp. You can’t be here. I need to know you’re safe. Please, babe, just go to the club and wait for me.”
I’m pissed at him, I’m pissed at my father, and I’m disgusted by Brooks. I don’t say anything, just walk away and Kace follows me outside.
When we pull up to the club, Kace cuts the engine on his bike and climbs off. “I’ll walk you back to the room. The prospects are here and I’ll lock the door behind me when I leave.”
I don’t say anything. What’s there to say? The longer I think of everything, the more pissed off I get. The anger is coming off me in waves when we walk into the normally loud club. There are a few girls still walking around and those stupid prospects behind the bar. Good thing I can take care of myself because I have a feeling they are fucking useless.
“Switching it up on Z already, huh? I knew you were nothing but a dirty whore,” Daisy states as I walk past her.
I stop short and Kace almost knocks into me. I spin around and she gives me a smile and winks. The anger in me completely takes over and I march toward her.
“Harper,” Kace warns, but I hardly register it.
I grab Daisy by the throat and slam her into the wall. She’s clawing at my hand and I laugh as my fist connects to her mouth. She lets out a deafening yell and I let go of her throat and pull her hair, yanking her head back. I pull my knee up and slam it into her ribs. She screams out in pain and tries to take a swing at me, but her fist doesn’t even reach me.
“Harper, fuck! Stop,” Kace yells, trying to pull me off of her. I throw an elbow back and knock the wind out of him, getting him to let go.
I get down on the floor pulling Daisy’s hair harder, making her look right in my eyes. “If you ever even say his name again, I will shoot you between the fucking eyes.”
“Enough,” Kace hisses, grabbing me and yanking me off her.
“You crazy bitch,” Daisy shouts, blood dripping from her mouth.
I struggle against Kace, trying to get back to her. “You’ve got something to say now? Now that Kace is holding me back? Fuck you, you dirty cunt.”
“What the fuck, Harper. Stop it,” he whispers in my ear, dragging me toward the door. “Get her out of here. Get everyone the fuck out of here.”
The prospects get right to work as the door slams behind us.
“Let me go, Kace,” I scream, trying to struggle out of his hold.
He continues to walk down the hall, carrying me as if I weigh nothing. “When you fucking calm down.”
I take a few deep breaths and try to relax myself. I stop fighting and shake my head. “Okay, I’m done.”
We stop in front of Zane’s door and he leans his face toward mine. “If I put you down, you better not fucking elbow me again.” He’s pissed, I get it. I just went psycho out there. My emotions got the better of me.
“I’m not gonna hit you. I’m sorry, Kace,” I whisper.
He puts me down and I dig the key out of my pocket. He follows me in the room and slams the door behind us. “You wanna explain what that shit was about? She’s gonna go run to Brooks with this one, Harper.”
“Good, she’s a filthy whore. She’s lucky I didn’t do worse,” I hiss at him.
I hear the breath he blows out and I turn to look at him. He’s running his hand over the light dusting of dark hair on his face. His brown eyes look troubled. “Brooks is gonna be pissed. Do you fucking understand that’s gonna make this shit harder? For you and for Z?”
I let my guard down and stare at him. It’s when I really notice the worry in his face. His eyes are pleading with me for something. To stay in line? To protect Z? To not hurt him?
Kace was always a friend to me, but he's like a brother to Zane. They’ve grown up together, went to school together, joined the club together. If there is such a thing as ride or die, it’s them. Kace loves Zane, that has always been clear. The worry I see on his face, it’s telling me that he thinks I’m going to hurt him or get him hurt. He’s fucking scared for his brother.
I step forward, rest my hand on his muscular chest. He’s a little
