“You are mine,” he barks, stepping closer, his cool hands on my hips pressing my back to the wall.
“In here I am. Out there”—I nod my head toward the door, meaning the main room— “I am a friend of the club who needed protection. You have found nothing in the last few days, so I am going to work. Come with me or don’t, but I am going.” I glare at him.
He drops his head, licking my neck, and my knees go weak.Damn this vampire.
“I could make you,” he says low against my skin.
It is like a bucket of cold water has been dumped on me.
“Didn’t I warn you?” I snap, moving away from him.
Snatching up my jacket and purse, collecting my phone from the table, I storm out of the room, not bothering to wait to hear what he has to say. Fucking men.
“DELANEY.” My name is bellowed behind me, but I keep my steps hurried toward the main room.
I reach the main room, scanning for the person I want to speak to. Seeing Winger sitting with Camo, I let out a sigh and hurry over to them.
“Do not involve my Pres and VP in this, Delaney. You will not like the consequences,” Thorin directs his threat toward me.
Looking over my shoulder, I shrug, knowing that I am acting like a brat.
“I am tired of being cooped up, Thor. Nothing has happened—no threats, no warnings. All I want to do is go to work and see my friends,” I state firmly, letting him know that I am tired but not backing down from this.
“You may not have seen or heard of the threats, Delaney, but they are still fucking there. You are not an Ol’ Lady, or claimed,so you are not privy to club business. Not that you would be anyway,” he bites back.
His words hit harder than I could have expected.
My body turns to stone. Any hope that had blossomed just wilted.
The air is filled with tension, and I know that the brothers feel it too.
“Why don’t we take a step back and calm down,” Camo says, walking across the room to us.
Keeping my gazed fixed on Thorin, my heart aches in my chest, like a scab has been pulled free and is starting to bleed again from his words.
“I do not need to calm the fuck down when it comes to my woman.” Thorn glares at his VP.
Camo is one mean motherfucker and will not back down, even from Thorin.
“But as you just made it clear, I am not your woman. Not an Ol’ Lady or claimed, so you have zero fucking say over what I can and cannot do.” I look to Camo. “I would like to go to work; you can put a brother or a prospect on me, but I am going.”
He thinks on it, looking at me, keeping eye contact. He looks like he is trying to figure something out, but what, I do not know. Maybe he is dragging out the suspense only to tell me that he agrees with Thorin, and I have to stay put.
Then my stomach releases the knot that was there when Camo smiles, winking at me.
“You can go to work. Cotton will watch over you. You listen to every-fucking-thing that he says, you get me?” His voice takes on a serious tone.
He was holding out to piss off Thorin, not me.
Fucker is good.
“Yes.” I nod, smiling, but guilt settles in my gut when Thorin explodes.
“NO. She stays here. You would never risk Skyla like this, so why are you allowing my woman to be at risk?” He lunges for Camo, but brothers step between them, making me gasp.
Fuck.
Never would I want to come between the brothers; I only wanted to go to work and get out of the club for a little while.Shit.
