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I grab a sheet to cover me as she does the same thing, both of us fighting to cover ourselves in the frantic panic. But I don’t have enough time before her bedroom door flings open, and Hurricane steps inside, a bright smile lighting his face as he enters her room.
I fall off the edge of the bed with a bang and pull some shit off her nightstand with me.
Ingrid grabs the sheet to cover herself, leaving me exposed as I sit on my ass on the floor beside her bed, in a state of panic.
“I was just comin’ in to check on…” He changes tack instantly. “South?What the… are youfuckin’ naked?”
Ingrid sits up in the bed, the sheet covering her breasts as she places her hand in the air to appease him. “Hurricane, we can explain.”
Hurricane takes a step forward, his fists balled.
I stand and grab a pillow to cover my junk.
“Did you…” The uncomfortable way he runs his hand through his hair makes me squirm. “Nooo.There’s no fuckin’ way this is what I’m seein’. There’s no way,right?” he asks, his eyes narrowing on me.
I flare my nostrils. “Yes. But it’s not like tha—”
He races forward, his fist slams straight into my jaw, the hit so hard my ears ring as I fall to the floor, having to spit out a line of blood.
“Jesus, Hurricane, stop that shit right now!” Ingrid yells as I blink my eyes a few times to stop my head from spinning.
The fucker has a mean right hook.
“You’re supposed to be my brother, and you’re pullin’ this shit, now? At a time when the club needs to be united? Fuck this shit!” He growls, grabbing my hair and yanking me up off the floor.
I grit my teeth as Ingrid yells at him to stop.
But I won’t fight him because I knew this was coming.
He’s my president, and Ican’tfight back.
My scalp hurts like a motherfucker as he shoves me toward the door so hard I trip over my feet. “Walk!” he grunts out.
“Can I put on some clothes fir—”
“Walk!Now!” Hurricane reiterates, cutting me off,
I turn back, looking at Ingrid, who’s stuck on the bed under the sheets with tears in her eyes.
“Rome…” She whimpers my name as I walk out the door naked, knowing I’m in deep shit.
We always knew that Hurricane would react without hesitation if he found out before we told him.
Well, he’s reacting.
As we rush down the hall, he bangs on Bayou’s door, and as we wait for him to answer, I try to talk to Hurricane again. “Pres, I—”
“If you talk to me right now, I’m gonna slice off your tongue and push it down your damn throat.”
His eyes pierce mine with such anger and venom that I can only take his word as gospel. So I stand in the hall, my hands covering my junk as Bayou opens his door. He takes one look at me, then his eyes move to Hurricane, and he slowly closes the door behind him.
“We have a problem here?” Bayou asks, his eyebrows raised as he takes in the situation before him.
Hurricane exhales, puffing out his chest. “Caught South in Ingrid’s room… fuckin’naked.”
Bayou jerks his head back. “Why the fuck were you naked in Ingrid’s room?”
I go to speak, but Hurricane cuts in. “He fucked her last night.”
