“Jesus! I’m not going anywhere. The two of you don’t need to be babysitting me every fucking minute of the day.” Jessia frustratingly tosses her hands up in the air as she begins to rant. “I mean, for real. I promise you all, I’m not going anywhere unless the club deems it necessary for our protection!”
“I’m staying,” Texas scowls at her before nodding his head to Gunner.
“You’re impossible,” Jessia scolds as she turns away from Texas and narrows her eyes in Malice’s direction. “The damn both of you need to have your heads examined.”
“The only person who’ll be examining my head will be you,” Texas expresses with an amused look.
“I second that,” Malice says with a gleeful expression.
Star
Men are fucking impossible sometimes. As if the rest of the room doesn’t catch on to the two Neanderthals’ meaning. Yeah, we get it, y’all wanna stick your dick’s into her. I roll my eyes at the unsubtle way they’re laying claim to her in a room filled with our friends and family.
I can barely keep up with the one man who’s attached himself to me, I can’t even begin to contemplate having to deal with two alpha assholes. I’m a little perturbed that Shamus thought it was a grand idea to call me out in front of everyone the way he did. My sister has never stopped looking at me with narrowed eyes since Shamus spewed bullshit out of his mouth.
I know that this is mine and Ella’s family, I don’t need anyone to point that out to me. But my only concern is her safety and if I’m not around, I want her well-protected, however that has to happen.
We weren’t being sneaky and making plans behind anyone’s back as I explained to him earlier. I’ve been caged for years, and I was starting to feel a sense of belonging and freedom until he decided to play the hand that he did. Now, I’m doubting the feelings I had.
Feeling foolish, I stomp out of the room and head toward ours. We need to have an in-depth discussion, and not one with a bunch of ears open and listening. Nosy fuckers. They’re worse than a bunch of women sitting around gossiping about one another. I had that life once… in fucking high school! Those days should be long behind me, I’m a grown assed fucking adult woman for Christ’s sake. When do we all grow the fuck up? It irks me when grown men and women act like they’ve got no damn common sense.
When someone is grown, they don’t shit talk about someone behind their backs. They don’t make a mountain out of a molehill. This could’ve been resolved between the two of us without putting Jessia and I on the spot like we were.
Men just don’t always think with their big head. They let their temperament and little head do all of their thinking for them. I stomp into the room and slam the door behind me for emphasis. I know Shamus was following me as I got up and left, I heard his big ole elephant clumpers in pursuit of me. But I wanted to make a point, and make it I did if the sound of irritation leaving his chest is any indication.
“Star,” he begins, but I cut him off by holding my hand up in the air.
“Just stop, Shamus. I’m so fucking pissed at you right now. I’m not a five-year-old who needs to be called to the front of the class for a good old-fashioned scolding.” I plant my hands on my hips and send him a disapproving look. One that’s filled with my outrage and embarrassment. He needs to know that I’m not the woman who’s gonna let him call me out like that in front of others. He wants to have a heart-to-heart, great, I’m all for it.
In private!
“That’s not the reasoning behind doing what I did, Star. I did it to prove to you that you don’t have to make any rash decisions. Ella is always going to have a family here. One that will keep her safe no matter what. I thought you needed to see everyone rally around you so that it would finally sink in that you are not alone, and neither is Jessia. If, God forbid anything was to go wrong or happen to you, she doesn’t have to be sent away. She doesn’t have to be running for her life and looking over her fucking shoulder every fucking minute. Jessia won’t have to contemplate on if she’ll be able to feed Ella, put a shelter over their heads all while worrying about if someone’s gonna fucking find them!”
“And everyone needed to be there for that, Shamus?” I’m still fuming mad, but I’m feeling myself gain more control over my emotions. I can understand the point he’s trying to make, but I still don’t like the way it all took place, and he needs to understand that from my point of view as well.
I’m feeling raw and exposed, which isn’t helping my soured mood.
“Star, my intention wasn’t to anger you, it was simply to figure out what the hell was going on in y’alls thoughts.”
“I didn’t like it and don’t want to ever be put in that sort of position again. I mean it, Shamus, next time you won’t like me very much if you do it again. Talks like that should be done as a couple, not everyone ganging up on me. And Jessia, Christ, she’s just now starting to relax and let go of her fears. She’s been through more than any of us know. I have a feeling the things she’s shared with us are just the tip of the iceberg. You need to apologize to her; I saw it in her face. She didn’t do well with that confrontation
