Jaguar shakes his head and takes a step toward me, attempting to intimidate me, but it doesn’t work. He doesn’t scare me. Nothing about him frightens me at all whatsoever. Maybe it should, I’ve seen him kill, then again, I’ve killed at least double the number of men that he has. I’ve watched my father kill dozens of men, too, none of that shit means a fucking thing to me.
“Fuck you,” he roars.
Jaguar sees nothing but red. He is acting exactly as I described, like a spoiled ass little bitch. He wanted Della to fall at his feet for the simple fact that he’s wearing a cut and he holds an office as the secretary to the club.
When she didn’t, still doesn’t, that does nothing but enrage him even more. He’s trying to fuck with her emotions, hurt her the way that he’s decided she’s bruising his pride and ego, by fucking Charm in front of her, showing her more attention than Della.
It’s fucking classic and desperate as shit. Thing is, Della doesn’t give a fuck because she doesn’t love the prick. Never did. I would bet, back when she first arrived, if Silver would have asked to claim her, she would have jumped at the chance, she wanted him. She’s never wanted Jaguar except to get her off.
“Ain’t my style, hermano. I prefer warm wet pussy to pansy ass. Go on your trip and while you’re gone, forget Della exists. She’s never been yours, never wanted to be yours, and won’t ever be—yours.”
Walking past him, I check his shoulder with mine, refusing to look back, even when he calls me a bunch of names and shouts out threats. He doesn’t fucking matter, never did, never will.
“You’re going to cause a war,” Wolfe states as soon as I walk inside of the bar.
The door was open, so I have no doubt that everyone has heard the fight between me and Jaguar. They probably all gathered around to watch the show go down. I snort, making my way up to the bar. I’m going to have to get drunk tonight just to keep from going back to my place, where I know without a doubt, Della will be sleeping in my bed.
My cock twitches at the thought of her alone in my home, in my bed, between my fucking sheets. Fuck, I hope she sleeps naked.
A body slithers up to my side and I know who it is before I even look toward the figure. “Go elsewhere,” I grunt.
“That bitch won’t fuck you like I will,” she purrs. “Just ask Jag.”
Her face turns up into a smile, the bitch. Never liked catty women, they just aren’t my style. Probably one of the reasons I became attracted to Della from afar. Pinkie and Della are tight, no animosity at all. No matter who’s fucking who.
When Silver made it clear he wasn’t interested in her, Della backed way the fuck off, respecting his wishes, and Presley. She never even caused problems between Wolfe and Esther, or Dragon and Bellarosa.
Fuck, Della is as good as it comes. She doesn’t backstab, she doesn’t cause shit, she takes her orgasms and moves right the fuck along. Something Charm here could learn, but she won’t. This bitch is after a cut and she doesn’t care what dick is attached to it.
“Don’t need your infested snatch coming my way. Back the fuck up,” I grind out.
“Infested,” she hisses. “Go fuck yourself, probably couldn’t get it up anyway,” she snorts.
I smirk. “You’re right. I couldn’t get it up for you, no matter how hard you tried. Your cunt comes with teeth and strings. Fuck that noise.”
Shrugging her off of me, I turn and walk away. Pinkie is smiling in my direction as Hawk chuckles, pulling her against his side. I know the entire fucking club watched that shit go down, and I should feel sorry for embarrassing Charm, but I don’t. That bitch can fuck right off.
“You sure this is how you want to play it?” Mountain asks.
He holds out a blunt for me and I gladly accept. Jerking my chin toward the back of the clubhouse, he nods and starts to walk toward the exit. Once we’re outside, I light my smoke and close my eyes as I let the green begin to calm my ass down.
“Play what?” I ask, knowing exactly what he means.
Mountain knows I’m fucking around, buying time, because he doesn’t elaborate, he only chuckles. Inhaling deeply, I look at the sky as the sun begins to set. It’s all fiery fucking bright ass orange and I have to admit, never in my life have I tired of watching the sun set in Arizona.
“She’s mine. Was the moment she walked into the clubhouse, wasn’t sure right away. Needed to see all of her, but my gut instinct was right, she’s mine.”
“She don’t know that,” he points out.
I laugh, lifting my hand to run my palm over my buzzed head. “Not yet. She will. She’s wrapped up in this shit with Jaguar, trying to decide what’s best for her, best for the baby.”
“Baby. I keep forgetting about that shit. What happens when it’s his? You know he’ll go straight to Dragon with that shit.”
Frowning, I take another hit and wait a beat. “Dragon won’t be able to do shit, neither will Jag.”
“Claiming her?”
I shrug a shoulder. “Can’t brand her when she’s pregnant, if she got an infection, I wouldn’t forgive myself.”
“That’s ‘cause you’re a pussy,” he barks. Reaching out, I punch him in the arm, hard. “Shit, you’re right, man, that wouldn’t be good for the baby, holy fuck, I’m trying to relax and you’re hittin’ me and shit.”
“Marrying her.”
The words should scare me. I don’t know many personal details about Della, hell I’ve never even fucked her, but I already know that she’s it. I already know that marrying her would never be a mistake.
“Fuck.” Mountain laughs. “You’re gonna piss off Jag like nobody’s business with that shit.”
“I know. Do a lot of things for this club,” I begin. “What I won’t do is let a brother and a good woman ruin one another. Watching Esther and Wolfe was fucking painful, but I knew as well as everyone else, that they were meant for one another. Jag and Della just aren’t.”
“You got a point. What he’s doin’ to her ain’t right. Never was as far as I was concerned. If she’d have me, I offered my brand. But she needs someone who gives a fuck, someone who will take care of her, all of her. But I’ve never seen you with any bitches, so what’s the deal?”
I shrug a shoulder. “I don’t share. Never did. Shit at it actually,” I say, grinning over at him. “Most of the time, I see a couple different girls in town. They know the score. They know the pussy they offer is exclusively mine until one of us is done. You don’t see it, but I get laid plenty.”
Mountain chuckles. “Any of them rich bitches lookin’ to slum?” he asks, sounding far too fucking hopeful.
“Nope,” I say popping my P. “Nice girls, good girls. But they don’t have the whole package.”
“Della does.”
“Yeah,” I admit.
“Even with one of your brother’s kids in her belly?”
“Yeah.”
He takes a hit. “Fuck,” he lets out.
“Yeah.”
Me and Mountain stay outside, enjoying the setting sun and the blunts. We don’t talk anymore about Della, we don’t need to.
The bitch is mine.
Jaguar is almost out of the picture and as fucked up as it sounds, I’m moving in on who he thinks is his property.
Della’s nobody’s property.
I want her as mine, but I’m not fool enough to think that I’ll ever completely own anything as beautifully wild as Della Louise Smith.
Chapter Thirteen
DELLA
Reluctantly, Esther, Presley, and Bellarosa leave me. But only after I’ve cleaned myself up, ate, and they helped me clean the dusty house a little bit.
Thankfully, none of them really said anything, until it was time to leave. Esther watched me the entire evening, her gaze was never wavering as she took me in.
Honestly, I was kind of afraid she’d mention the fact that I’d fucked her husband months ago. I’d fucked all three of their men at one point or another, and as they took care of me, laughed wi
th me and were nice, I felt even more disgusted with myself minute-by-minute.
Stopping at the front door, after Presley and Bellarosa walk toward their car, Esther turns to me.
“Nobody blames you for anything, Della. I knew immediately what was working inside of you the moment my eyes landed on you. We’re the same in a lot of ways, I saw myself inside of you, I still do.”
“And?”
“You’re going to be okay.” She smiles. “Be strong. Accept nothing, but what you need in life, and maybe a little of what you want, too.”
I watch her walk away and then I made my way back inside and locked up the house. When I was finally, truly, alone, I decide to look around a little. The home is small, quaint, definitely decorated at least three decades ago, if not more.
But beyond the dust, the shabby appliances and fixtures, deep down, it feels… right. Nothing has ever felt as right as this home does. Maybe it is all in my imagination, my desire to find a place for this baby and I.
Maybe it’s because Eagle makes me feel different than any other man I’ve ever encountered.
Maybe it’s just hope.
Maybe I need to worry less about men and more about myself? If only this life was as easy as making a decision like that.
Walking into the master bedroom, I look around the room. Presley, being the total mom that she is, washed the sheets and made the bed for me while her dinner was cooking in the oven.
I don’t know how she ended up in this lifestyle, how she ended up with Silver, but I’m glad that she did. Silver needs someone like her, someone soft and sweet to his assholeness.
Stripping down bare, I slide between the soft sheets, confident that I’ll be left alone the rest of the evening. Closing my eyes, I attempt to let the day fade away, but it doesn’t really work. Lying on my back, I sigh as I stare at the ceiling.
My mind begins to wander, and the only place it goes is nowhere good. All I can think about is Eagle. I lick my lips, wondering just how far down his body his tattoos go.
I know both of his arms are covered in colorful ink along with his neck and even a few small ones on his face. But I’ve never seen him shirtless, I’ve never seen his legs. I can’t help but wonder if his entire body is covered or where exactly the ink ends.
Eventually, I fall asleep somewhere between imagining my lips touching his chest, stomach, hips, and cock.
“Fuck,” a voice clips.
My eyes pop open and I sit straight up, my heart racing inside my chest. My eyes collide with dark brown ones, no, they’re the color of coal, deep black. I can’t tell where his pupils end and his irises begin.
Inhaling a sharp breath, I forget about the fact that I’m naked, that the sheet isn’t covering a single part of me as I stare at him.
“Sexiest thing I ever saw in my whole goddamn life, Della,” he murmurs.
“Eagle,” I rasp.
His eyes drink me in, his tongue wets his lips and when I expect him to take a step toward me, he doesn’t. Instead, he takes a step back and I watch as something shifts in his gaze. Something shutters over his eyes as his back stiffens.
“What time’s your appointment?” he asks, his voice tense and his tone abrupt.
Glancing next to me at the nightstand clock, I shift my gaze back to his. “Not until one. They’re fitting me in.”
“Get dressed. I’ll take you for a late breakfast,” he murmurs.
I nod once, still frozen and completely bared to him. I watch as he turns his back and walks away, the familiar Savage Beast MC patch being the last thing that I see on his back. Inhaling a deep breath, I throw my legs over the side of the bed with an exhale as I stand to my feet.
I quickly shower and brush my teeth, It doesn’t take me long to get dressed. I’m no longer that prim and proper rich princess, I traded in my fashionable, uncomfortable clothes the minute I moved here. I replaced them with cut-off shorts and tanks for public, tiny bikini-style tops and G-strings for the clubhouse.
Placing my hand on my lower belly, I smirk, well those days are probably over and I have no doubt that part of me will miss them, but the other part is starting to grow excited for what’s to come. Change doesn’t have to be a bad thing and I’m coming to the realization that this change is one that I absolutely needed.
I throw on a pair of said cut-off shorts and a tank top before sliding into my low-top tennis shoes, running a brush through my hair as I walk out of the bedroom. I expect to see Eagle waiting for me, but he isn’t anywhere to be found in the small living room or kitchen.
Turning to my right, I see him standing out on his back porch. His back is to me, his arms dangling loosely at his sides, his legs spread, and planted wide. He’s not as big as some of the guys, in fact, his clothes probably make him appear larger than he is, judging by his arms, I would say he’s more on the lean side.
He intrigues me. Everything about him is shrouded in mystery, and for the first time, I want to know more about him. Why does he still have this house? Why is he really letting me stay? Why doesn’t he fuck any of the women at the club?
It can’t just be what he said, the whole not sharing thing. Silver doesn’t share his woman, and neither does Dragon, yet they had no issues with the clubwhores. So, I know that it has to be something else, something different—something that has to do with his past.
Making my way outside, I don’t say anything and move as quietly as possible. I know that he hears me though, these men, they’re so attuned to everything around them, always on high alert, too.
“Santiago Ramos,” he says, keeping his voice soft. I don’t say anything, unsure of why he’s giving me some name, hoping that he’ll explain. “It’s my name, it’s what I want you to call me. Eagle is for the club, for my brothers and the whores, for strangers.”
“But I’m not that?” I ask.
He turns his head, looking over at me, then dips his chin so that his eyes can meet my own. “Are you?” he asks.
Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I shrug a shoulder. “You sleep naked in my bed. You live in my home. Thinking we’ve moved a bit past whore and brother status, no?”
I flinch at his words. Yes, I did that, slept naked in his bed, but I also fucked Jaguar in his living room. I feel like a terrible person. I am just what my status has deemed me, I’m a whore.
“Santiago,” I whisper, testing out his name on my lips. It feels natural—good. His lips twitch into a smirk as his body turns to face me.
“I already know, Della,” he offers with that smirk plastered on his lips.
“You do? What?”
He shakes his head, dropping his chin a bit as his eyes search my own. “He was here. I watched him leave, I confronted him at the clubhouse. I don’t even have to hear you say it to know what happened. It’s okay. We aren’t exclusive, we aren’t anything, yet.”
“Yet?” I breathe.
His hands slide around my waist and my breath hitches when they both slowly slip up my spine, stopping at my shoulder blades and gently apply pressure, forcing my feet to move closer toward him. I hold my breath, expecting him to kiss me, but he doesn’t. He leans his head down and his forehead touches mine as he inhales a deep breath.
“Let’s get some food in you two,” he rasps.
“Santiago?”
“Food.”
JAGUAR
I should be on the road, we’ll be leaving soon, but when Eagle left the clubhouse this morning, I couldn’t help but follow him. My eyes narrow as I watch them walk out of the front door, hand-in-goddamn-hand.
Spitting onto the asphalt, I growl when I watch her climb onto the back of his bike. Fuck. That cunt. The bike roars to life and without a glance back, the two of them take off down the quiet street.
My phone buzzes in my pocket as my eyes narrow on their disappearing bodies. Reaching into my jeans pocket, I wrench out my phone and answer it with a barked hello.
“Where the fuck are you?” Hawk demands.
“Nowhere,” I sp
it.
He snorts. “Sleepin’ in another man’s bed, brother. Not your bitch. Get back here and help us load up this shit so we can go,” he says before ending the call.
I let out a growl just thinking about his words. He’s wrong. She is my bitch. Always. I’ll fucking end her before I let her be claimed by another brother, by anyone. She’s been fighting me for far too fucking long.
I don’t know what it’s going to take for her to submit, but fucking hell, I’ll figure that shit out and she will sink to her knees for me.
Starting my bike engine, I turn around and head back toward the clubhouse. I try to push this shit out of my mind. I’ll be gone for a couple weeks and there’s nothing that I can do from California and TJ. But when I get back, this shit is getting straightened out, even if someone has to fucking die in the process.
I’m fucking done.
EAGLE
I’m not sure what I feel when I think about Della fucking Jaguar in my house. I’m not angry at her at all though. Jaguar has been fucking with her emotions since bringing her back here from Dallas and that pisses me off.
The waitress brings over our food. I opted for a burger and fries for lunch, but Della, she’s got the whole fucking breakfast thing going on and it’s cute as fuck. She ordered a Denver omelet, English muffin, sausage, bacon, and hash browns along with a vanilla milkshake.
“I’m starving,” she admits as she takes her fork from the rolled-up napkin.
Smirking, I pick up a fry and hold it out to her. She hesitates for a split-second then reaches for the offered potato and plucks it from my fingers before popping it into her mouth. I watch her eyes roll into the back of her head as she chews.
“This. Is. Fantastic. They put crack on these, don’t they?” she asks, opening her eyes and staring at me, her face completely serious.
“Eat, Della,” I grunt.
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