“Bitch, my name is…”
I cut her off, stating, “I know exactly who you are, dumbass, we live in the same building. I however could give a flying rat's ass who you are, I asked you a damned question.”
“Bijou, you need to calm down,” Etienne states and that’s the final straw. I look at him, my eyes full of rage and shake my head before I let the little bitch’s hair go and turn on my heels and head for the door. I get that I am not supposed to have a voice in a man's world, but I refuse to be a puppet to a man that claimed to be mine.
I hear her yell, “That’s right, bitch, you don’t belong,” before the door slams behind me.
“Where are you going, poppet?” Slash asks as I slam out the door. He and I have become close since he was the one that pulled me out of the car.
“Anywhere but fucking here,” I mumble and hop in my car, before starting it and throwing it into reverse. “Fucking man thinks I’d be hella okay with whores hanging off of him and rubbing his crotch,” I scream and cry.
I drive along the same route that the Prince had taken me, slowing to a stop at the same place that I had been rescued. This is the first time in a week that I have been out on my own. This is the first time I can look at myself in the rearview mirror and smile, because I am done being the pushover.
I close my eyes and lean my head back; I need to get my heart in the same place as my head. I need to be able to stand on my own two feet and show my son that it’s okay to defend yourself.
“Poppet, open the door for me please.” Slash’s voice comes through the door. I hit the locks and listen as the door creaks open and his big body slams into my car.
“You are out on your own,” he remarks; I smile at him and nod. He knows how afraid I’ve been to leave the clubhouse.
“I can’t do it, Slashy. I can’t stand back and watch every loose fanny flap up to him and throw themselves at him like loose change. I get that it’s your world, but I always thought if you guys found your mate that you would be faithful.” I drop my head toward my lap, wiping at my tears as they fall.
“You know about us? We didn’t think he would tell you,” Slash says more to himself.
“I’ve known since y’all rescued me, it doesn’t change who you are to me though, it makes you guys that much cooler,” I whisper.
“Viktoria, what you did at the clubhouse, standing up for not only yourself but Etienne was amazing. Those girls all think that they own the guys in the club, but none of them will ever be mated or an old lady. When we mate, we mate for the rest of our lives, do not doubt that for one second.” I shake my head; I have no desire to explain myself to a man who uses those girls like chewing gum.
“I’m going to go to Mrs. Cochrane’s place and hang with Rhys and her this weekend. I need to re-evaluate this situation and my place in it. You go back to the clubhouse; I promise I will be fine.” I start the car waiting for him to get out; I turn my head and nod, the longer I sit here the more I want to move away from it all.
“Don’t give up on him, on this town so quickly.”
I chuckle and say, “He gave up on us the minute he let someone else touch his body and didn’t even flinch or say something. Now get out of my car.” I watch him slide out of the car and slowly close the door. As soon as it latches, I take off.
254
Etienne
I am pacing the front of the clubhouse. I should have pushed the club whore away from me and told her I was taken. I should have done so many things differently, but when I said that to Viktoria, I watched the hurt and anger flash in her eyes before she turned around and walked away.
“Why are you pacing, baby?” the one chick I didn’t want to see followed me out.
I spin around and grab her by the throat and push her against the wall before I grit out, “Stay the fuck away from me, from my old lady and from anything that I claim as mine. Your vile ass is not one I will ever need.” I release her and watch her run back into the building, just as Slash comes flying into the lot.
I start walking toward him but I don’t have to walk too far as he jumps off his bike, comes flying toward me and lands punch after painful punch to my cheek, my eye and my nose before he sweeps my legs out from underneath me, grabs my throat and slams me to the ground. I scratch and swing wildly as we roll on the ground. Each of us land hits, but his hits are harder and angrier, until finally he gets me on the ground.
“You had her; you fucking found your goddamned mate and let some other bitch rub on you. I swear to fucking God, if I have to leave this place to spend time with my best friend I will make sure that you are always left in fucking pain, you piece of shit.” He picks me up by my throat and slams me back down, I twist and grab his wrist trying to
