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“Fuck, Charmer!” Breakneck yelled at him. “Go get her something to help settle her stomach before you freak the little mouse out further.”
“I know I’m a prospect, and normally I wouldn’t ignore your order, but I don’t think she should be left alone. She just got sick, and the poor thing is shaking like a fucking leaf in the wind.” He answered back as his hold on me tightened protectively. I wasn’t sure that was smart on his part, judging by the angry look Breakneck wore.
“It’s okay. I’ll be okay,” I whispered to Charmer as I patted my hand reassuringly against his chest. He couldn’t get in trouble for me. I didn’t want that.
“I’ll stay til’ you get back,” Breakneck finally told him. When Charmer still hesitated to let go of me, I tried to take a step back. It wasn’t quick enough though.“That was an order, Prospect!” Breakneck growled at him. I shoved away from the man, hoping to spare him anymore trouble.
“Is there anything else you need that I can get?”
“No. You already brought me my go-bag.”
Mikey’s brows pulled down as he glanced at the beat up bookbag he brought to me. “Did you just call that a go-bag?”
I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to admit that it was exactly that. “I guess so.”
“Why do you need a go-bag packed?” He asked as his eyes shifted between Breakneck and me.
“I just…” I whispered, head down, not wanting either of the men to see me as I spoke. “I just never wanted to be caught unprepared again.” I threw my still-shaking hands up in the air. “I guess that happened today anyway since I never knew how bad things were at my old place.” I glanced back and checked on Knoxville, thankful that he was still sleeping despite the loud voices in the room.
“Go get her some food!” Breakneck snapped after a few minutes of them silently watching me. I hadn’t been brave enough to look at either man after that, so I wasn’t sure what passed between them. After a tense moment, Charmer moved down the hall and I was left alone with the man who had laughed moments earlier as I was humiliated by his girlfriend.I glanced over at the dresser where my cold burger sat untouched. Everyone was trying to feed me today, but at the same time they were killing my appetite. My brain tried to process everything, and it felt like I was left spinning in circles instead.
Unfortunately for me, the way my head was down, when my eyes shifted back from the burger, I found myself staring at Breakneck’s crotch area. I could literally see the base of his penis because of how low his unfastened pants were hanging down.
A deliberate groan forced me to turn, so I could no longer see. “Stay in this fucking room, with the door closed, until Kip comes to get you out.”
It was an order, and one I didn’t really know what to do with. I hadn’t left the room. Technically, he’d been the one to open the door and check on me, even though I was about to pop my head out. When I didn’t move from where Charmer left me, Breakneck stepped further into the room and placed my bicep in his gentled grip. He backed me up further until my legs touched the bed. I stumbled and plopped down on my butt before sliding toward the floor. Breakneck had to snatch back on my arm to right me before I hit the ground.
“Christ, girl, get your shit together. Stop hiding behind all that hair and fucking watch where you’re going,” he snapped.I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.
“You know you’re in a fucking biker clubhouse, right?” Breakneck asked me as he shut the door behind himself trapping us both in the room alone. Knoxville was still sleeping peacefully, so he didn’t count.
“Yes,” I answered in my small voice, not understanding where he was going with that.
“That shit you just pulled with the prospect is not okay.”
“What? I didn’t-” I started to argue, but he cut me off.
“You shouldn’t have allowed him into this room. You stay inside until you’re instructed otherwise. Period. You don’t let men in here who you don’t know. You don’t hang on, hug, or rub all over our fucking prospects like a goddamn cat in heat.”
His eyes blazed with something I didn’t understand. Not that I could really take the time to figure things out though, because the man flat out intimidated me. I lowered my eyes back to the ground as he continued.
“You don’t fucking discuss club business with our prospects or our members either. The ones that know better won’t let you anyhow.”
“I didn’t,” I argued, though I did it too quietly to be meaningful. I hated that about myself. I didn’t used to be this person, but everything that happened with my family broke something inside of me.
It was easy for people to throw you away like you were last week’s garbage, a lesson that had been thrust on me not too long ago. I was the garbage thrown out of my family. Both sides of it – the real one and the fake. And I didn’t even know what I did to deserve any of it. Being born wasn’t my fault. My mother’s lies weren’t either. A girl’s father wasn’t supposed to abandon her, no matter what. Even if it turned out that the kid who he raised, wasn’t really his.
The harassed huffing sound that blew out of Breakneck’s mouth brought my attention back to the man who continued to invade the efficiently used space, making me feel even smaller than I already did.
“Yeah, you fucking did and then you let him wrap his arms all around you, too.”
“He hugged me because I just got sick and was upset. What exactly was wrong with that?” I flinched at the flicker of my own defiance in those words. It had been ages since someone had wrapped their arms around me in reassurance. In fact, the last time I’d even been hugged was two weeks before I found out Jeremy wasn’t my father. He had been the one to hug me when I told him how well school was going that semester and that I only had a few more weeks before it was over and then only two semesters left to graduate.
“If you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was ask, little Mary.”
“What? My name is Nova, and I never asked… I didn’t want…” Argh!
This guy pissed me off in the worst way. How could such a sexy man be so damn infuriating? Every time he opened his mouth, I wanted to punch him in it, but then when my eyes trailed down his overly exposed body, there were other things I wanted to do more. The idiot kept calling me Virgin Mary. I might technically be a virgin, but I knew things, too. I wasn’t a child.
