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“Oh, no. I’m staying right here,” he says as he turns around. He rests his elbows on the bar and stares out at the sea of men. He glares at them all, and, for a moment, I’m worried he’s about to lose his shit. But he doesn’t say another word. He just watches them.
I try to ignore him as I make the last of my rounds. He gets antsier every time I come back to get more drinks, but I told him he could leave. He doesn’t have to stay.
If he’s tired or annoyed, he can go home.
Tohishome.
Kiwi
“You really don’t need to help,” Kennedy says for the millionth time. “You don’t work here.”
“The faster we get this shit done, the faster we can go home,” I grumble.
I grab a few beer bottles by the necks and trudge them to the bin at the back of the room. I’m helping Kennedy and Milo clean up after kicking everyone out. It took nearly an hour, and instead of her leaving at four like she’d said, it’s closer to five now.
I’m fucking exhausted.
I rode around with Belfast all fucking day trying to find where Montgomery is holding his girls. We found a few places, but most of them were dead ends. I’m sweaty and tired, and just want a shower, a beer, some greasy ass food, and to sleep for a week.
Instead, I came here to pick up Kennedy and ended up nearly slaughtering everyone in the bar. Every man in this fucking building grabbed her at some point in the night. And she didn’t even fucking care.
She laughed and swatted at them, or told them to fuck off, but still batted her lashes at them. She flirted with guys left and right. One guy even grabbed her tit and, instead of knocking him the fuck out like I expected her to, she just laughed.
That’s it.
Just laughed.
It makes me wonder how many other guys she’s fucked in the club. I know about her and Archer, but who else?
Before Bash took over as Prez of The Brotherhood, we had a lot of hang arounds—club sluts, the Old-Timers called them. They were there to become someone’s Old Lady, but none of us ever wanted them for anything more than pussy.
I never fucked them. I fuck outsiders, not girls associated with the club. That shit gets messy fast.
Bash got rid of them all. He didn’t want women whoring themselves out on the off chance one of the guys would want to wife them up. He thought if a guy wanted her badly enough, he’d chase her.
None of the guys did that.
What I’m getting at, is Kennedy just The Berserkers club slut? Does she fuck any and all members because she wants to be an Old Lady?
She didn’t seem like the type when I first met her. Shit, she still doesn’t seem like the type. But after tonight, after seeing her not care about being groped and fondled by everyone, maybe I’ve been wrong about her the whole time.
But if she’s just another club slut…why won’t she look my way at all? Is it just a Berserker she wants? Does she not want to be a part of The Brotherhood and that’s why she won’t acknowledge me?
It can’t be me—I’m hotter and more of a catch than any of the fucks here tonight, but she won’t give me the time of fucking day.
Maybe it’s just my club.
That has to be it.
“Alright,” Kennedy sighs as she leans on the bar, drawing my attention. Milo rests his hand on her upper back and pats her softly.
“Spence should give you a raise,” he says, and she snorts.
“That’ll be when Hell freezes over. You ready?” She looks at me and I swallow hard. It takes everything I have not to rip Milo’s hand off her. I give her a tight nod and move toward the door.
I can’t talk to her. I can’t look at her. I can’t look at either of them. I just fucking can’t right now. Not without losing my shit.
Images of Elaine flash through my mind—of her running and laughing, of her smile and her blonde hair floating behind her.
