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“Yeah, stupid bitch put thoughts in my woman’s head about her not being enough for me. But more than that. She was in my room. I fucked up and didn’t lock my room back up as I should have, and she went in there. She hurt Bristol, and I won’t let that slide. Bristol has been through e-fuckin-nough.” The words vibrate in my chest as I speak and slam my fist on the table. “I want her gone that way she can’t fuck with Bristol anymore.”
“I agree,” Diablo remarks, nodding. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the easy pussy, but what she did was fucked up. If she’ll do it, what’s to say the others don’t follow suit and try shit like that.She knew better than to go in Beast’s room without being with him or told to.”
“What I’d like to know is what the hell she was doing in there in the first place?” Styxx sneers. “She was in there a good while before Bristol even went to Beast’s room.”
“I have to say it’s sketchy to me as well.” Tombstone nods. “We’ve had enough problems when it comes to bitches like her around here.”
“Take Claws for one and her crazy ass sister who wasn’t even one of the clubwhores around here,” Angel growls, flexing his fingers and bawling them into fists. “Last thing we need is another bitch around here going psycho on us.”
“Guess there’s no reason to call for a vote on this one,” Reaper states, glancing around the table with hard eyes. When no one objects, Reaper nods. “Azrael, you and Cerberus go grab the bitch and bring her in here. First and foremost, we’re going to find out what the fuck she was doing in Beast’s room before Bristol walked in there, and depending on what she says will depend on if we let her go or lock her down at the cabin. I’m not taking chances with this kind of shit anymore. Not when we still have to deal with the Scarlet Needles on top of everything else going on.” Finishing that statement, Reaper looks directly at me. “This shit is getting out of hand with Bristol’s mother. We need to put a stop to it.”
“How can we do that without it coming back on the club?” Thanatos grunts. “Bitch is obviously from money.”
“Why do you say that?” Leaning back in my seat, I focus on the other man, seeing the way he’s grinding his teeth together. “Her family is also from money; she’s got that behind her.”
“What she’s got is in name only,” Scythe answers rather than Thanatos, getting everyone’s attention.
“The fuck does that mean?” Hellhound demands, straightening in his chair.
“Means she’s broke and only has ties to the family name,” I remark, not liking this at all. This has got to be the reason she’s so hard up on getting ahold of Bristol’s trust fund.
“Scythe, what have you found?” Reaper growls.
“Nothing anyone in here’s gonna like hearing,” he answers as Azrael opens the door and drags in a smug-looking Jezebel. Cerberus comes in behind, closing the door. Neither man takes a seat, instead, they stand with the bitch between them.
“Am I here to give you guys a show?” Jezebel all but purrs, glancing around the table, eyeing each of us before stopping her gaze on me and licking her lips. “I don’t mind if you guys need some entertainment in here.”
“What were you doing in a brother’s room without his permission?” Prez demands coolly, keeping his voice calm.
Jezebel didn’t remove her gaze from mine as she smiles and answers. “I thought Beast would like to have some fun. He hadn’t been around, and I figured I’d surprise him. I knocked on his door and found it unlocked. That’s when I decided to surprise him. I didn’t know his woman would come in there. If I’d had the slightest idea, I wouldn’t have gone in there. I know the rules.”Her voice grates on my nerves with the way she’s trying to act all innocent.
“If you know the rules, then you know that you’re not allowed in those rooms until asked for or told to go in there.” Angel sneers.
“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, losing the smile and looking to the head of the table. “I really didn’t mean anything by it. Honestly.”
I glance around, seeing the looks on my brothers’ faces and wonder if they’re buying this shit.
Scythe leans forward, raps his knuckles on the table, and cocks a brow at the clubwhore. “You were in his room for a while before Bristol walked in there. What were you doing?”
“I stripped out of my clothes and got in Beast’s bed to wait for him,” she responds, and I get the feeling there’s more to it. She’s playing games. I can feel it. What that game is I’m not sure yet.
“So, why is it, that no sooner you left his room, you made a call to Cordell Barker?” Scythe questions, watching the bitch knowingly dropping that bit of information that doesn’t surprise me in the least, though it should.
When it doesn’t, only because I should have seen it coming, especially with what my brother said about the warning Cordell gave him yesterday.
Cocking a brow, I slowly look back to the bitch in question and get to my feet. “Tell me, Jezebel, how did you get hooked up with Cordell? Or were you working with him for other reasons?” Anger surges through my veins, but I keep myself calm to keep from losing my shit.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, visibly tensing.
“Don’t bullshit us, bitch, and tell us what the fuck you’re playing at here.” My gut is telling me there’s more to it. “And don’t bother lying. It’ll only make things worse for you.”
Jezebel loses that fearful look and narrows her gaze to a glare. Her lip curls in disgust. “Since you seem to have it all figured out, you can just figure out the rest of it,” she says and tries to struggle against the grip Azrael has on her. “I won’t tell you anything else.”
“We’ll see about that,” Reaper states, coming out of his seat. “Azrael, Cerberus, take her to the cabin. We’ll deal with her later and get answers. We’ve got some other things to handle besides her and don’t have time to deal with her ass right now.”
“Taking me anywhere isn’t going to stop what’s about to happen.” Jezebel laughs.
“And what would that be?” That feeling in my gut isn’t sitting well with me. Not in the least bit. Stepping close to the bitch,I hold her gaze. “What do you know is going to happen?” I demand, pulling a knife from its sheath and pressing it against her slender neck.
