“Don’t you think I know that? She so fucking good, and I am bad. We all fucking know that,” I snap, my anger boiling over. “I kept my distance for a fucking reason, but all you cunts want to do is push me toward her. Yet, if anything happened to her, you would place blame on me. I had my reasons for not claiming her, but that is between her and me.”
“You have it all wrong, Thorin. We know that you would guard her with your life, and if anything happened to her, or you, your lives would be avenged. We are all bad in our own right, brother. Each of us standing here has killed, taken, and stolen. Fuck me, it comes with the territory, but none for us has killed an innocent. We may be damaged misfits, but hell, we protect those in need,” Winger declares.
My head drops, my chin hitting my chest.
“Can we please get the fuck out of here? This place gives me the willies,” Rush blurts out, making the brothers laugh.
My lips twitch at his humor, but I feel the anger vibrating off Winger.
“Get the fuck back to the clubhouse. The prospects will clean this shit up.” I nod to him.
“The man on the table died, Pres. His injuries were too severe,” Halen informs us. “I looked at his ID. He and the one hanging. They both have families, judging from their wallets.” I wait for the bad shit to be said.
“I will look into them, Pres,” Cotton adds. Winger nods to him and he leaves.
With one more look at the fucking bloodbath, and the two dead humans in the room, I leave. There is nothing else for me to do, but deep in my bones, the need to check on Delaney is strong.
Reaching my bike, I come to a stop, looking down at the black dagger in my hand. Blood coats the blade and the hilt, marking the death of its owner. I know what is to come, and I will be prepared to face off against the other two bitches if they come for me or mine.
Delaney will not see me watching her; I will remain her villain, but also I will be her hero in the shadows.
5
Delaney
Dance music pumps through the speakers. My head is bobbing along in time with the beat, my body sweaty from the dancing and the heat from everyone in this place.
“This place is bouncing tonight,” Nolan mutters in my ear as he passes.
“I know, it is like a bulletin went out saying a celeb will be here tonight,” I reply.
Smiling I slide over the drinks I just made to my female customers, and they both smile at me, taking a sip. They both moan at the concoction and how delicious it is.
“Girl, that is good,” one calls to me, a wide, happy smile on her face.
“I need to hire you for my family’s Christmas party, if all of your drinks are like this,” the other one announces.
Pride swells in my chest at how much they like my drinks. Thanks to Mr. Osbourne letting me try out a few drinks and adding them to the list at the bar.
I nod my thanks and move on to the next customer.
All of the waitstaff are here tonight. Even the VIP section is at full capacity, yet we have no idea why this has happened. We are used to seeing a lot of customers but this is off the charts.
I am pretty sure we are over capacity.
We dance while we serve, laughing and having the best time.
I hip bump with Nolan in time to the music. He is looking hot tonight; the women are eating out of the palm of his hand. He is a real flirt when it comes to picking women up, but he is very upfront about letting them know that it is only sex with him, and nothing else.
Emerald is the same: she loves to flirt with men, but she never takes them home with her. Being an owl shifter, she will mate for life, but in the meantime, she will not sleep with anyone who is not her mate. Hopefully she finds him soon.
Watching my friends flirt and hoping for their happiness makes me reflect on my own fucked-up path to find love. My mind drifts to Thorin and the pain he caused me, instead of the hot, sex-filled, loving life we could have had together. The ache of that lost possibility still lingers in my heart and soul.
I can only hope that one day, he sees sense and comes to me. Until then I plan on living my life, but I will not hold back from finding love with someone else.
Turning my back on the crowd, I start to make the next order. Six shots of Smurf Orgasm— do not ask. That one is all Nolan. And six Blue Lagoon cocktails.
Monica walks past me, tapping me lightly on the butt. When I look at her, she winks, making the men cheer. Now, she is the one to take a man or two home with her after a busy shift. Monica likes to fuck, as I have found out after I walked in on her being spit-roasted in the supply room.
