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“Yeah, she should still be with the girls, but I had to take over from Jessie. Maddy’s smashed, she went shot for shot with Screw.”
“Ouch.” Troj grits his teeth.
“I know. Anyway, there’s a few guys here who went to college with Ella. I want to make sure they ain’t harassing her.”
Troj turns his head to me before he looks back to Nyx and nods.
“Go find her,” he sighs, taking the tongs out of his hands.
“I owe you.” Nyx speeds off inside, and Troj moves to the other side of the grill and takes a beer from the cool box that’s resting on one of the crates behind him. He offers one to me but I shake my head. I don’t want to end up in the same state as Maddy.
“What can I get you?” He grins at me.
“I’ll take one of those burgers. You want me to help?”
“Keep me company?” he asks, grabbing a bun in his hand and loading it with a burger, before placing it on a paper plate and handing it over.
I step around the table to stand beside him and he shrugs out of his cut, taking a crate from the top of the pile and placing it on the ground so I’ve got somewhere to sit.
“You guys do this often?” I ask, watching the people happy mingling around us.
“As often as we can, we may not be the most conventional bunch, but we’re still a family, and we have some real good parties down at the lake.”
Brax and Grace come over to grab some food. “How have you ended up on the grill? Where’s the Grunt?” Brax asks with a frown, and Troj just shrugs. I watch Brax make Grace up a burger without even asking her how she wants it. Seeing how the outlaws act around the women they love is teaching me to view them differently. They have a tenderness about them, the same kind of tenderness Troj shows me when we’re alone. I look across the yard to Grimm and Rogue, she’s sitting on the table of a wooden bench with her legs open, and Grimm is filling the gap between them with his hips. She grinds mercilessly against him, while he fists her hair and forces her to look at him.
“Pay them no mind,” Grace whispers to me, as she serves some potato salad onto Brax’s plate.
But even they can’t keep their hands off each other, and I watch Brax’s hand squeeze her ass as he guides her to sit on his lap, despite the entire bench being available. His hand skims over the waist of her jeans while she eats, and his mouth nips at her ear.
“I didn’t tell you that you look pretty.” Troj pulls my attention away from them.
“Sorry?” I ask, trying to distract myself from wanting Troj’s mouth on me like that.
“This,” Troj waves the tongs he’s holding in front of me. “You look really fucking good.”
“Thanks”. I smile shyly, I’m not used to compliments, maybe the dress isn’t so bad after all.
We get distracted by someone else who needs feeding, and I don’t want to disturb him when he gets into a conversation about his last fight, but it’s been ages since I visited the restroom and I really can’t hold it off for much longer.
I get up from the crate and start to head inside.
“Where you running to?” Troj grabs my hip and tugs me back, and from the look he’s giving me I wonder if he’s going to kiss me in front of everyone.
“I need the bathroom,” I tell him, lowering my voice.
“Use the ones on the second floor; they'll be quieter.” He releases me, and winks before getting back to talking.
I climb the stairs to the second floor and head down the corridor, stopping when I hear what sounds like a girl in pain. Flashbacks of what happened behind the bar start to play out, but I battle past them as I move toward the door to the room where the sounds are coming from.
“Yes, fuck yes!” The girl in pain cries out, and when I peek through the tiny gap of the door, I see her body being pounded into the wall by Squealer.
He squeezes her breast in one of his fists as he fills her from behind, and her cheek slides up and down the wall as her nails claw at the wallpaper. My eyes stretch wider when he lands a firm palm hard over her ass, and she screams a little louder.
“That's why they call him Squealer,” a female voice whispers from behind me, and I quickly spin around to face one of the women who works behind the bar downstairs. “You coming in to join, or you gonna stand there gawking?” she asks, stepping around me and opening the door a little wider. I shake my head, slowly backing away. “Tell Troj I said hi,” she winks at me, before heading inside the room and closing the door shut behind her.
I rush to the bathroom, relieved when I find it free. The need to empty my bladder seems less urgent when I look in the mirror, and I barely recognize the girl who stares back at me.
What does Troj even see in me?
