“What is it?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing.”
“Charm?”
Something flashes in her gaze. She doesn’t say anything, but I know that it’s the young whore, has to be. I knew what I was doing when I made her watch me fuck Charm. I knew it was wrong, but I did it to prove a point. Maybe now she’ll appreciate me, appreciate us, a little more.
“I just don’t want to hang out with your whore,” she sneers.
I snort. “Jealous?”
Della jerks out of my touch, she shifts off of the sill and pulls her shorts back up her legs, fastening them as she turns her back to me.
“You want me to be, that’s clear. What purpose does it serve if I am?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
For a moment I think that I’ve hurt her feelings. Then she turns around and that fire that I love to hate is shining bright in her eyes. She narrows her gaze on me, her chin lifting slightly as she looks down her nose at me. She looks like such a fucking bitch right now and I love it, more than I should.
“Come out with it,” I demand.
Her lips purse as she stays silent for another moment longer. I’ll wait her out. Always. Just when I think that she’s going to stay silent, she lifts her hand and wraps her fingers around the back of her neck.
“I believe in love, Jaguar. I want love.”
I can’t contain the bark of laughter that escapes. “You don’t know what love is, like me, you have no fucking clue. All you do is spread, Della. It’s all you’ve ever done, it’s what you’re good at. Don’t go fucking shit up now.
“I’m offering you something that nobody else will. So shut up, spread, and smile. You’ll get what you need from me, and I’ll always make sure that you’re smilin’, baby. You don’t want to be friends with Charm, I could give a fuck about her. Do whatever you want. Stay away from her. She’s part of the clubwhores, so she’s not going anywhere.”
Without another word, I turn and walk away. I don’t have time for her insecurities, for her fucking nonsense.
Love.
I snort.
That shit does not exist. If she thinks that there is some man out there, some soulmate, made just for her, she’s going to be sorely disappointed. Even if that shit existed, she won’t have it. She’s got me and that’s all she needs. I’m the closest to love that she’ll ever know. She better get over those fantasies of hers and fast.
Chapter Nine
DELLA
Turning my back to the door after Jaguar has slammed it closed, I walk back over to the window. From where I stand, I can see their bikes all lined up in a row and waiting to be ridden. A few minutes go by and I watch as Jaguar climbs on his machine. It roars to life right before his eyes lift to the window.
I’m not sure if he can see me, but I watch him anyway. He turns his bike around and it lurches forward with a cloud of dust in its wake. I’m not sad to see him go, relieved is more like it.
Turning my back to the window, to him, I decide to make my way out of the room and to the bar. Apparently, I have to magically find a place to live, and ask for a ride to the doctor’s office, all without the man who has supposedly claimed me.
Glancing around the bar, I look around to find a familiar and friendly face. I frown, hoping that Mountain is somewhere to be found, since I’m closer to him, but he’s nowhere to be seen.
“Got a problem, nena?” Eagle’s gentle voice asks from behind me.
Spinning around, I see him leaning against the bar, his elbows back and resting on the bar top. His legs crossed in front of him at the ankles, he’s long and lean, his dark eyes focused on me and his lips tipped into a small smile. I watch as he pushes off of the bar and takes a step toward me.
My breath catches as soon as his scent fills my nose. He smells like eucalyptus, mint, leather, and grease. It’s intoxicating, a combination like nothing I’ve ever smelled before.
Slowly, my gaze travels up his colorfully tattooed neck until I reach his face, which also has a few tattoos littering his features as well. Face tattoos should probably not be so sexy, but on him, they are.
“I have to go to the doctor tomorrow. I need to find a place to rent, too,” I say, shrugging a shoulder.
“And he’s going on that run.”
Eagle already knows, which shouldn’t surprise me. “Who’d he set you up with to do all that?” he asks, tilting his head to the side.
He’s keeping his distance from me, but I don’t want him to. For whatever strange reason, I want to feel his chest pressed against mine. I could say it’s my addiction, the way my body craves sexual interaction, orgasms, except that’s not what I want right now. If I could have anything from Eagle, right this moment, it would be a hug and to feel his fingers run through my hair.
“Nobody,” I breathe.
His eyes flick down to my lips, then lift back up to meet my gaze. “I got you, mi corazon,” he rumbles.
“Eagle? I thought you hated me…”
He snorts, lifting his hand, his palm cupping my cheek. “The opposite, Della. What I don’t do is share bitches, not even whores.”
“Eagle?” I gasp.
He smirks, dipping his chin. I think he’s going to kiss me, but instead, his fingers slide to the back of my head. I expect him to run them through my hair, like Jaguar and all of the other men do, but he doesn’t. Instead, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck and gently massages.
“When you’re ready for a man who wants you, for you. Who doesn’t want to hold you down, possess you and control you, to stifle the woman inside of you that’s trying so goddamn hard to breathe, then you come to me. Until then, I’ll make sure you get to your appointments and whatever else you need while he’s gone.”
“But you don’t share, how is that not possessing?” I ask, frowning with curiosity.
His grin widens into a full-fledged wide smile. “Nena, you’d never feel owned in my bed. You’d feel nothing but cherished. Like a goddamn queen, wanted, needed, desired and not just for the coño between your legs, yeah?”
Peeking my tongue out, I lick my lips, wetting them as I look up into his eyes. I’m not sure what he’s said exactly, but I can imagine he’s talking about my pussy. Just the idea that he’s thought of that part of me, it has my legs clenching. I thought he hated me or wasn’t attracted to me, but apparently, he is.
“Eagle, you can’t,” I warn breathlessly.
He snorts, wrapping his other hand around my lower back and gently bringing my body closer to his. He doesn’t move even an inch as my chest collides with his. My hands wrap around his biceps for stability as I continue to look up into his gaze.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want until that brand is seared into your skin, even after, if I choose.”
“How?”
His lips twitch, his forehead dropping against my own. He inhales a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. “I see everything, Della. I see the sadness that you wear, the yearning for more. I know you’re here because you feel like you have no other options. Consider this me giving you one.”
Pushing against him slightly, his grip only tightens a bit, not allowing me to push completely away. He doesn’t lift his head either, his body staying warm and snuggly against my own.
“You’re giving me the option of your bed over his? You can’t do that. It would kill him and he wouldn’t allow it.”
Eagle chuckles, still not releasing me or moving away from me. “I’m not worried about him, mi corazon, I’m concerned with you, that baby, and both of your wellbeing.”
Tears fill my eyes. Other than Mountain and maybe Dragon, Eagle is the only one that’s mentioned the baby. Jaguar doesn’t even want to talk about the future, about what life with the baby will be like. His only concern seems to be keeping me naked, in his bed, and controlling my every move when it suits him. Otherwise he doesn’t seem to care much about me, like right now, like my doctor’s appointments, like house hunting.
None of it
matters to him.
“I am so tired,” I whisper.
Eagle hums, his fingers massaging the back of my neck. “I bet you are,” he murmurs.
He holds me for a few more moments, then releases me, his hands falling away from my body and takes a step back. I look up at him with my still watery gaze and attempt to give him a small smile. I’m sure it looks psychotic. He chuckles, shaking his head a couple of times.
“Decide for yourself. What do you want?”
“Between you and him? I don’t even know you…”
He lifts his hand, his finger reaching out to touch the tip of my nose. “Get to know me. I’ll take you to all your shit while he’s gone, as long as I’m around. I’m not making you choose, Della. You don’t want me, that’s cool, but you shouldn’t be with him just because you feel like he’s your only option. Be with me or not, I got your back, nena.”
“How?” I exhale.
He sucks his bottom lip in and sinks his teeth in the flesh. “Any way you need me, Della. I got you.”
He doesn’t say another word. I watch him turn around and walk out the back door of the clubhouse. Someone’s hand touches my shoulder and I practically jump out of my skin. Slowly, I turn to the side and let out a sigh of relief to see Wolfe standing there.
“That’s trouble, Della, and you know it.”
“Being with Jaguar feels suffocating,” I whisper, then lift my hand and slap it against my lips, unbelieving that I spoke that truth aloud.
Wolfe doesn’t say anything right away, he doesn’t walk away from me, either. Instead, I feel his fingers squeeze my shoulder in a show of possible compassion. He clears his throat, then his hand falls away from me.
“I think that the world is such an ugly fuckin’ place, babe. You’ve had your share of filth shoveled your way, maybe you should find your bit of bright happiness and hold on to it.”
Placing my palm against my belly, I look down at the rounding of my stomach. It’s not much, but I can tell it’s there, even if nobody else can. This baby, the whole concept of motherhood frightens me, but this baby also fills me with something foreign, it fills me with hope.
Jaguar doesn’t fill me with that same sense of hope, he fills me with dread, and if I’m being honest, even a little fear. Eagle, I’m not sure about him. I don’t know much about him, yet, but I want to.
If I wanted to be with Jag, I don’t think that I would be curious about any other man, even if I didn’t love him, wouldn’t I still be devoted to him if he was the one that I was supposed to be with?
“I’ve never wanted a woman more than I wanted Esther. Even when we were split up, she was the only woman that existed for me. Honest to God, balls deep inside of you and she was all that I could see.”
“How romantic,” I snort.
He turns to look down at me, his eyes sharp and his face serious. “Not sayin’ it to be a dick, babe. Tellin’ you the truth. Esther is who I love, deep in the marrow of my bones, that woman is for me. If you ask her, she’ll say the same about me. Fuckin’ is just fuckin’, but when it’s just the two of you alone, that tells a different tale.”
“Jaguar doesn’t want to be alone with me,” I admit. Wolfe dips his chin in understanding. “He doesn’t love me, he said so. He wants to control me and I don’t have anything. My options are slim. He won’t take no for an answer, so I’m just going to stay with him…” My words trail off, because I don’t want to admit that there is a but to that sentence. There is. A huge one. His name is Eagle.
“You’re free, babe. Remember that. Dragon gave that to you a long fuckin’ time ago. Don’t make yourself a victim, not when you don’t gotta be.”
Without another word, he turns and walks away from me. I watch as he makes his way down the hallway toward Dragon’s office. My gaze follows him for only a moment, then I turn toward the front door, and decide to go out there. I decide to get some air, I need it, along with space, and time to think.
I need it all right now.
JAGUAR
Riding up to the clubhouse after getting some shit in town handled for the run, I frown at the sight of Eagle. He’s standing right at the back entrance, his eyes focused on me and nowhere else. I like the guy enough, but something about him rubs me wrong.
Maybe it’s the way he’s always just watching everyone, maybe it’s the way he’s always watching Della. He is like a predator, watching his prey, when it comes to her.
Kicking my stand down, I kill my engine and disengage from my bike. Keeping my gaze focused on Eagle’s, I head in his direction, toward the clubhouse where I know that Della is somewhere inside. I know that she hasn’t left, the prospect that I asked to keep tabs on her would have told me if she tried to leave the grounds.
“Help you?” I ask Eagle when his eyes never leave my own and I’m directly in front of him.
“Let her go, hermano,” he murmurs.
Shaking my head, I let out a growl. “Why? Or what?” I bark.
He widens his stance, his eyes searching my own. “Not a threat, Jaguar. Just an observation. You two are not meant for one another. You bring each other down and neither of you are happy.”
“But you’d make her happy? Hermano, I am so past fighting over whores, it’s not even funny. She’s in my bed, at my mercy, and soon she’ll be marked, by me. Keep your goddamn shit to yourself when it comes to me and my woman.”
Eagle jerks his chin, his eyes narrowing slightly, but he doesn’t fight with me. He wouldn’t anyway. Not about this, not about what’s mine and most definitely is not his, never will be. He had the chance to fuck her when she was a clubwhore, it’s not my problem he didn’t seal the deal.
“It’s not about us, Jaguar. That’s what you don’t get. She’s bringing life into this world and you’re still treating her like she’s your whore. It’s not cool. She’s going to be the mother to your child,” he says, lowering his voice slightly.
His words do something to me, they send a sense of panic throughout my entire body. Just like every time Della mentions the kid. Panic floods my veins. I want to run, to make it all go away. I’m not ready to be a father, even if I’m thirty-seven years old, I’m just not fucking ready for this shit.
“Yeah, she’s got a few months yet until she pops that kid out. Until then, it’s game on. Who says she can’t fuck pregnant?” I ask, sounding like a fucking asshole.
Eagle’s eyes narrow on me and he shakes his head a couple of times as if he can’t believe I’ve said what I have. Maybe I shouldn’t be thinking of Della like that when she’s pregnant, but the life growing inside of her has nothing to do with her pussy and her ability to spread for me, or anyone else I decide.
“Mind your own fuckin’ business, Eagle,” I sneer.
Eagle takes a step toward me, his face just a few inches from my own. His dark eyes are focused on mine and he is pissed the fuck off.
“Respect, hermano. Have some goddamn respect for the woman you’re trying to claim as your own.”
“Trying?” I ask, arching a brow.
His lips turn up into a slow smile. “No brand, no ring, no claim. So, yeah, trying.”
He takes a step back from me, turns around and I watch his form retreat from me. His words swirl around inside of my head. Respect. Claiming. Pregnancy. Fucking. Baby.
Maybe there’s some truth to what he’s saying, but I’m not about to back down from keeping Della, not now that I have her exactly where I want her. She’ll never leave me, no matter what. She has nobody to take care of her and nowhere to run. She’s in a fucking cage, just the way I want her.
She’s mine.
A small hand slides around my waist and I look down to the body that’s curled up to my side. “Hey,” she says sweetly, looking up at me
Dipping my chin, I smirk. “Hey, Charm.”
“Company before you go on your run?”
My smirk grows into a smile. “Fuck, yeah. Let’s go around the corner so Della doesn’t get pissy.”
Charm
frowns, but doesn’t say anything, like the good whore that she is. Together we walk around the side of the building. She sucks my cock before I fuck her against the wall, unaware that Della watches every single fucking second.
Chapter Ten
DELLA
I watch as Charm and Jaguar walk around the side of the clubhouse from his bedroom window. With a heavy sigh, I turn my back, refusing to watch a minute longer. Abandoning his bedroom, I make my way into the bar where there are a few more people than there were a couple of hours ago.
Glancing around, I’m not surprised to see the place beginning to liven up, especially with the guys getting ready to leave on a run. Making my way over to the sofa that is pushed up against the wall, I sink down, letting out a whoosh of air as I close my eyes.
“You doin’ okay, Mama?” a voice asks.
Turning my head to the side, I look over to see Pinkie standing next to me. I can tell instantly that she’s already high. Hopefully she doesn’t get sick again, it was so hard watching her go through the effects of the bad cocaine that she used.
“I’m okay,” I say, shrugging a shoulder.
Honestly, I wish that I could have a drink. The past couple of weeks have been really stressful and a couple shots of anything would feel wonderful right about now. Biting my bottom lip, I let out a puff of air.
“You lie,” she sings.
Then I hear her breath hitch. Lifting my head, I look up at her and follow her gaze. Jaguar walks in with his whore on his arm. He lifts his hand, releasing Charm and pats her on the ass as he turns toward the bar.
“She won’t last long. Those ones never do,” Pinkie whispers, but even I can hear the doubt in her voice.
My eyes follow Charm as she makes her way over to Coyote. He looks down at her and shifts to the side, sitting down on a stool before he tugs her between his thighs. She lifts her gaze to mine and I watch as a slow smile spreads across her face.
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