Rachel does nothing but shrug her shoulders as she walks over to her dresser on the far side of the room.
“You goin’ to answer me,” I demand.
“I have nothing to say to you,” Rachel mutters.
“Like hell, you don’t. Woman, you left the safety of MY clubhouse, where MY brothers were watching over you. I didn’t have time for this bullshit, not when I was dealing with family shit. Yet here the fuck I am handling YOUR shit. So, I suggest you start talking,” I roar as I stalk across the room and crowd her against the wall.
“I was doing just like you, dealing with family shit. Now, I suggest you back the fuck up,” she yells, putting her hands against my chest to push me away.
“You were really handling that back there, huh, what with the way that shithead was about to have his mouth on what belongs to me,” I sneer, stepping even closer to her, forcing her to move her hands from my chest.
“He didn’t touch anything that belonged to you, Stoney. Raynor didn’t do a damn thing to you. It was me he touched, my body that belongs to me. I’m not your property, nor am I someone’s possession,” she seethes.
“Think again, Doll, because I don’t think you heard me out there. I didn’t call you my property, but you are that as well. Because in my eyes, they’ve always been the same thing. You’re my ol’ lady, and I’ll be damned if you deny it. I know you feel shit for me the way I do for you,” I growl.
“Even if I did, it doesn’t matter. All I am to anyone is an object that gets pushed around and pulled out when it’s time to fuck.” I swear, I’m gonna strangle this woman.
“Woman, I don’t know who put that shit in your head, but you can get that shit out now.” I’d laugh at the way she narrows her eyes if I weren’t so damn pissed with her.
“I can read between the lines, Stoney. You don’t want me for anything other than a bed warmer. That’s what you meant when you claimed me as property. In your eyes, I’m less than those whores at your clubhouse. You’d prefer to have threesomes with other women and those who will come willingly at your beck and call. So back the hell away from me and go fuck your whores and whoever else you have sex with. I’m sure that Boss woman would spread her legs for you again,” she screams.
My vision blurs at the mention of Boss and the way she said her name. Fuckin’ hell. Clenching my fist, I slam it into the wall right over her head. “Don’t ever say her name again. You don’t know what you’re talking about. And don’t go putting words in my fuckin’ mouth. Now, pack your shit because you’re never coming back here,” I roar before stalking out of her room, slamming the door behind me.
Walking into the living room, I find Raynor tied to a chair with Shadow standing by him. The man had regained consciousness, and from the shit-eating grin on his face, he heard at least some of the argument.
“She’ll never be yours,” he chuckles.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarl.
“Hey, I’m just trying to help you out. She’s only been with one man, and he molded her to the way he wanted her, preying off her insecurities. He even told me about the time she confided in him about her high school crush on an older man. My guess— that was you. Well, you lost out on that one. Lucien popped that cherry, planted his kids in her, and tied her to him. And when he gets back, he’ll be coming for you,” Raynor says.
“Do you ever shut up?” I demand.
“Just speaking the truth,” he shrugs.
“Well, keep your fuckin’ opinion to yourself,” I snap as I pull my phone out of my pocket and dial Tracker.
“Yeah,” he says when he answers.
“Change of plans, grab a moving truck,” I order, then disconnect, not in the mood for conversation.
Turning to the fucker tied to the chair, I ask, “You know why I’m called Stoney?”
“‘Cause you like to get stoned off your ass,” he laughs.
“Nope, it’s because when I knock your ass out, it will feel like you're going through a brick wall as I break your jaw,” I state before slamming my fist right into said jaw. The force of the blow sends Raynor’s head sideways. Another punch to his midsection sends him, and the chair flipping backward.
“That’s only the beginning for you, motherfucker,” I growl before spitting in the asshole’s face.
17
Rachel
“That’s the last of Rach’s stuff, Prez,” my cousin announces as he closes the back of the moving truck, glancing between Stoney and myself. He hasn’t said anything or even looked at me since the blow-up earlier
“Good, I’ll meet you all at the clubhouse,” Stoney says, the expression on his face not giving anything away to what he may be feeling.
“You’re not goin’ to stay with us,” Tracker asks indecisively.
With a shake of his head, Stoney walks over to his bike and straddles the massive thing. He doesn’t even spare a second glance back, puts his helmet on, and starts his bike. Throttling the motor, Stoney kicks the stand up and takes off.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened between you two, but you’ve seriously pissed that man off. And that in itself is hard to do. Only a few people have been able to do that.” Tracker glowers at me as soon as we can’t hear Stoney’s bike anymore.
“I’m not discussing this with you,” I huff. Turning my back to him, I stalk back into the house. I’d wanted to wait until everyone was gone to grab the last thing I would bring
