Page 57 of Sling’s Awakening

I grin back.

So fucking cute.

“What’d that bitch call the cops on you for?” Bomber asks, turning his attention back to me.

“Mountain and I were going at it like we usually do.” I shrug as I pop the top off my own beer. “She said she felt threatened for her life.” I air quote. “Fucking bitch is what she is. So they took us in.”

“Why didn’t you call one of us?”

“Didn’t get a phone call. Toots had already bailed me out.”

“No Mountain?” Bomber asks as he looks at Blake.

Her shoulders sag again. “I didn’t know his legal name. She wouldn’t let me place bail for him, even though I’m pretty sure she knew exactly who I was talking about.”

Bomber snorts as he brings his beer bottle to his lips. “Oh, she definitely knew who you were talking about. How much do we need for his big ass?”

“Already got it. It was only five large. She said he won’t be walking free until tonight so I wanted to come back here and show proof of life in case you fucks missed me.”

“Who is that?” Lilah asks as she comes into the room with her nose wrinkled and lip curled up in disgust.

All of that directed right at Blake.

I close my eyes and let out of sigh that I can feel in my dick.

Fuck.

Blake turns her head and gives Lilah a once-over. I can tell from the look in her eyes that she’s gearing up for whatever Lilah is about to throw her way. And if I know my girl, she’s going to match it.

“How about you just chill the fuck out and have a seat, babe. No one needs all that shit,” Bomber says, taking the words right out of my mouth.

Lilah crosses her arms and cocks her head out. “I don’t need to be told to chill the fuck out, Bomber. I asked, who the fuck this is.”

Blake’s eyes narrow at Lilah while Bomber stiffens from her tone. The only thing I can do is sit back and watch the shit show that’s about to unfold.

“Goddamn, woman.” Bomber slams his beer down on the bar, making beer spill out the top. “We don’t owe you shit about who is in the fucking clubhouse. Want to know why? Because you’re club pussy. That right there,” Bomber points right at Blake, “that’s not. What that is, is off-limits to your ass. You should know better than to come at Sling’s woman like that.”

My eyes slide to Blake, looking for a reaction to what Bomber just said, but her face is even, not giving Lilah the satisfaction.

Lilah straightens as she uncrosses her arms. “His woman?” she asks, shock lacing her tone.

“His woman,” Bomber confirms.

“I didn’t know he was looking. That would have been nice to know,” Lilah says as she places her hands on her hips, recovering quickly.

“Woman, if he wanted you to know he was looking, he would have. No brother of mine wants someone who has ran through all his brothers.”

“That’s not true,” Lilah pouts.

“Yeah?” Bomber makes a show of looking around. “I don’t see any of them lining up to ask you to the fucking prom. Now get the fuck out of here before you really piss me off and I kick you out.”

“You don’t have the authority to kick me out,” Lilah snaps.

Bomber’s brows about shoot to the ceiling. Shit, Blake doesn’t even fucking know him and she’s even holding her breath, waiting for Bomber’s next move.

“If Bomber says you’re out, then you’re fucking out, Lilah,” I say, butting in to lay down the law. “I don’t know where you get off thinking you can march your ass in here and start demanding shit. Knock it the fuck off and remember your place.”

I stare at her, waiting for any sort of lip back, but it doesn’t come. Instead, she huffs off, but not before shooting Blake a glare.