“You better get your facts right before you come in here protecting pussy,” Brooks says. Zane goes to swing, but Kace pulls him back. “I didn’t go to Harper’s, I didn’t send anyone to Harper’s. You need to get your head on straight, because you’re way out of line.”
“I don’t believe you,” Zane growls. “Who else would do it?”
“How about figuring that shit out before coming in here and acting like a man with no fucking control. You’re losing the ability to think straight. You keep pointing the finger, rushing to snap decisions. Take a fucking minute to calm down before you fucking react.” In a moment that actually makes me see Brooks as a real human, he pulls Zane in for a hug. “You love her, it’s clear. You need to calm down and as a club we will sit at this table and figure out who the fuck threatened her. It wasn’t us, Z, my word.”
I try to step to the door and Brooks locks his eyes with mine. “Tell me what you know.”
“What?” I ask, a bit too loud.
“Why did your old man go after so many from my club?”
“Brooks,” Z says, moving to me. “She has nothing to do with it.”
I pat his chest and step toward Brooks. After everything that’s happened recently, I have no fear. The worst he can do is kill me and it’s not the worst thing that could happen. That exists in my father’s safe. “I found a mask in my father’s office, I assume it belongs to Sal. He’s in charge while my father is gone. That’s all I found. I have no idea why they did it, but I had no idea.”
My voice is calm as I speak. I’m betraying my club, giving the enemy information they shouldn’t have. I’ve resigned myself to death, but I’ll watch my father lose it all before he kills me.
“You tried to help us?” Kace asks.
I peek over my shoulder at him and smile. “I tried to help Z,” I say, honestly. He nods, giving me a small grin.
“There’s nothing else I know,” I say to Brooks. I turn around and walk out of the enemy’s room. My body is shaking and I don’t know if it’s because of what just happened or if I’m feeling the effects of the last few hours.
Before I get to the door that leads to the back, Zane is at my side. He grabs my hand and leads the way. We get in the room and I grab his face, forcing him to look at me. “I’m gonna go back to the club, I’m going to destroy all the photos. After that, I’m walking away for good. I’m done with him. Let me do that, let me handle it. If you do, I’m yours. I’ll stay for good.”
His eyes soften and he pulls me against him. “I’m still gonna kill him.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“I can’t let that go, babe. I’ve let a lot of things go over the years. Things I should have killed him for. I knew what he was doing, but I didn’t stop him. I allowed it to happen. But no more. I might’ve been too young, too inexperienced before, but not now. I’ll let you destroy the photos because they need to disappear. I will be there with you though and once we leave, you’re never going back. I will fucking marry you and you will be a Shattered Soul.”
“You’re gonna marry me?” I ask.
“Fuck yes. I’ll protect you for the rest of my life,” he whispers, holding my hair tighter.
Tears prick my eyes at his words. He knows how this will end and he’s still willing to do it.
“Okay, we’ll go in a few days. I think he’ll be back in two weeks.”
I spend most of the day in Zane’s home away from home. He’s been with his club, while I’ve been trapped in here. Glancing at the clock, I decide it’s time for a drink. I go out into the club and up to the bar. Finn, the prospect, pours me a shot and slides it to me.
“Thanks Finn,” I say, slamming it back. “Let me get another and a beer.”
He does and I sit at a table watching the strippers while I attempt to get drunk. I need a distraction and watching the girls is working for me. I watch the way they move, the way they flirt, and the more I drink, the more I find it sexy. I’ve had threesomes before and right now, watching, it’s turning me on. Finn refills my drink every time it’s empty and that isn’t helping with my thoughts. I keep my focus on one girl. I don’t know her and that adds to the excitement. She doesn’t know me either, so when she notices me staring, she comes over.
“Hey, beautiful,” she says, her tits close to my face.
“Hey,” I say, feeling my panties getting wet at the thought of touching her.
“You know, there are rooms in the back. If you want to go back there, I’ll lead the way.” She bends down pressing her mouth to my ear. “I figured you might be more comfortable in private.”
Before I even know what I’m doing, I grab her hair and push my lips to hers. They are soft and plump, nothing like the rough controlling lips of Zane. She lets out a soft moan and the drinks are sloshing in my head. I pull back and smile, pulling her onto my lap. “I’m not shy, grind on me. Make me want to take you back to a room.”
She doesn’t disappoint. She grinds her pussy against mine, letting her tits drag up and down my body. Finn drops off another shot
