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"She thinks she has half a chance with Bones. We all know he's going to get tired of looking at her fucked up face soon." Daisy had been playing this same broken record ever since I arrived with Kara.
"Hey, do you think her cunt is cut up too?" The question came from the friend, pissing me off and making my face turn red that they were having fun at my expense. Their giggles had me grinding my teeth.
"Ewww. I think I lost respect for Bones if he's willing to stick his cock in Frankenstein over there." Daisy's words had my back snapping straight and my muscles going rigid. How dare she?
"Frankenstein's Monster, you stupid twit." My words were gritted out through my clenched teeth, but even though my back was to the girls, I knew they still heard me. If I had to guess, I'd say her goal was to bait me into reacting and was just waiting for me to lose my shit. I was playing into her hands and couldn't find myself to care.
"Excuse me, whore?" Daisy's insults weren't very creative, but the venom in which she spewed them could curdle milk.
I slowly turned just my head so there would be no mistaking my words and eyed her nasty smirk. She was standing with one hip cocked out, her hand resting on it like she was a diva. "I said, his name is Frankenstein's Monster. Frankenstein was the doctor that created him, you uncultured swine. Maybe spread the pages of a book every now and then and give your legs a break for once."
The outraged gasps had me grinning wickedly despite myself. I turned back to stare at the side of Mac's head, trying to use my non-existent mind powers to make him hurry up.
The unexpected sharp pain on my scalp from having a fistful of my hair yanked had a gasp bursting from me. I hadn't thought she was stupid enough to actually lay hands on me in front of Jack's men, but I guess I underestimated her lack of intelligence.
I still had a hold of my tray when she swung me around and slapped me hard enough to have my head turn from the impact. It took a second for the hit to register through my shock, and then I felt a sting on my cheek and knew she had scraped me with her claws. I hoped she washed those fingernails. At least I'd had a tetanus shot recently.
Without thinking it through and relying solely on instinct, I jabbed the edge of my tray into her stomach as hard as I could. When she bent over with an oof full of pain, I brought the tray to my side and swung it like a baseball bat into the side of her head.
I watched in a strange kind of detachment as she fell to the floor, gasping for breath and clutching her stomach. Her self-cropped bar shirt had slid up, revealing her fake tits and pierced nipples. I didn't know why my eyes were drawn there, but I couldn't stop focusing on the flash of silver in the darkness of the bar.
When someone grabbed my chin, jerking it up roughly to meet their gaze, I realized I was breathing heavily. Jack's eyes bore into mine, looking murderous. I met his gaze without flinching. When I heard the metallic snick of his favorite switchblade opening, our eyes held steady. When he brought that blade to my cheek, I leaned into the metal, letting the flat edge of the cold steel soothe some of the sting from the scratch. The first night we had been together, I'd had a panic attack when he'd brought out his blade, and all I'd done was see it move toward my skin. I couldn't explain why now nothing this man did frightened me. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He was a scary motherfucker, and danger radiated from him. But I knew beyond all doubt he would never harm me. He'd gained my explicit trust with every look, with every thoughtful gesture. Every time he laid his hands on my body and held me close to his side at night to sleep, he had cemented my trust in him.
If there was one thing in this world I was absolutely certain of, it was that Jack would never hurt me. Now Daisy, on the other hand—she had probably sealed her fate by drawing my blood. His eyes roamed over my face as a mixture of concern, relief, and anger waged a fierce battle. He gave me the tiniest hint of a grin that I was sure nobody else would have been able to detect. There was also pride as he slowly slid the blade over my stinging cheek.
He turned away from me then and stood over the crying Daisy. She was still lying on the floor with tears making her heavy eye makeup melt down her cheeks as she clutched her abdomen. I winced as I thought of the pain she was likely in. I felt terrible that I'd hurt her. I wasn't a violent person and hadn't been in a real fight before.
She was wailing like a wounded animal, garnering the attention of everyone within earshot. When she noticed who was standing there, she dialed that shit up another notch, and I couldn't stop my eye roll if my life depended on it. My sympathy for her didn't last long. She would have done what I had to her and worse if I hadn't fought back. That girl hated my guts and would do anything to see me cry.
"Bones! Do you see what that bitch did to me?" She held her stomach and cupped her cheek as she got to her knees in front of Jack. Then, she had the audacity to reach out and try to touch his thigh. I was about to rip her hand away when Jack's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of pink hair on the back of her head.
"What did you call my woman?" His voice was deep and gravelly, making a shiver run down my spine while, at the same time, a wave of lust rolled through me. He looked murderous as he glared down at her, yet somehow, it revved my engine.
Then Daisy's eyes went from pained and pleading to menacing in a second, and my breath froze in my lungs at her swift change of demeanor. All pretenses dropped as she showed her utter contempt. My blood ran cold as she made it clear to Jack how much she hated him. "Your woman? I pretended to have more respect for you than that. But if sticking your cock in the sliced-up whore is what gets you hard, then you're even more vile than I thought." She spat out her words with so much hatred and venom I was surprised she had been able to conceal it as well as she had.
I turned, darting my gaze around the bar to see who was watching, hoping to see one of Jack's trusted men nearby. The bar was too full of the town's people. I was afraid if he gave into his instincts right then, someone would see and report it. The people of Pumpkin Patch might appreciate the Devil's Nightmares for what they did for the town, but I didn't think they'd be quite so forgiving about witnessing casual murder while tossing back a few beers. When I caught sight of Shock pushing his way through the crowd, I relaxed a fraction. That was until I turned back around to see Jack bring his blade to Daisy's cheek.
I inhaled sharply as the blade made contact. Jack didn't press it in but held it there with the promise of death in his eyes. Daisy just stared up at him with hateful defiance; her chin jutted forward in a taunt.
Jack spoke quietly, the deadly menace evident in his gravelly voice. "Who do you work for?"
Daisy's eyes flickered with panicked terror before quickly concealing it with more hatred. "Go to hell where you belong—below the Devil's feet as his little lap dog. You're nothing but Nightmare scum." Her tone was full of scorn and contempt as she refused to give in to Jack's threat of violence, but I knew I hadn't imagined that quick flash of fear.
Jack canted his head to the side as he studied her closely. "Did you think that the name 'Devil's Nightmares' meant I worked for the Devil? No, sweetheart, I bring nightmares to the Devil himself. Didn't you know? I am the mother fucking Nightmare King."
My nerves were shot as I watched. I wasn't one to chew my fingernails, but there I stood, gnawing on my thumbnail with my eyes bouncing back and forth between my man and the woman, who was obviously a mole. As he pressed the blade ever so slightly into her cheek, a tiny bead of blood welled up on the surface of her skin, right where she had made me bleed. She whimpered, breathing hard through her nose at the pain, but clamped her lips closed tight. I looked over my shoulder with alarm, needing to check if anyone had seen what he'd done, but nearly sagged in relief against the bar when I saw the wall of club members surrounding us. There wasn't a single outsider close enough to see or hear. Whatever Jack did would be risky, being that we were in public, but at least he was shielded by his club. Even the girl who had been with Daisy was gone, likely having run off the second Jack showed up. My heart finally started to slow its frantic racing once I realized Jack had backup and that his club members would keep him safe from backlash.
"One more time, Daisy. Who. Do. You. Fucking. Work. For?"
"Go fuck yourself, Nightmare King," she sneered.
I covered my eyes, peeking through my parted fingers, expecting him to slice her throat right then and there, but instead, Jack just smiled wickedly, making Daisy swallow hard. Though fear was fairly wafting off her in waves, the hatred she carried for Jack was palpable. I wondered in awe how she had been able to hide it for so long. Those were some acting skills I would have killed for a year ago. I winced at my internal thoughts. Bad idiom to be using at the moment. Jack let her go and backed up a few steps. She wavered on her knees at the sudden release of her hair but straightened her spine before she could tumble over. Without taking his eyes off her, he called out quietly.
"Take her to the shed."
One of the bikers who had been helping to block any view of the bar patrons quickly stepped forward and snatched Daisy up by her elbow, hauling her to her feet. Daisy allowed him to lead her away without a single word of protest. With her jaw set in defiance, she glared at Jack and then moved her loathing on me. Her look was so full of venom that I shivered.
Jack's hand broke our eye contact by gripping my chin and lifting it gently. He studied my face, eyes carefully blank when stopping on my bloody wound again before grunting. "I am sending Barrel to take you home. You're to stay there. This time, you don't leave for any reason." I nodded my head while my gut churned and biting on my bottom lip. I had fucked up by ignoring what he had told me to do. I wasn't scared, but I didn't like the thought of him angry at me, either. "We'll talk when I get home." I nodded again.
