Released(Devil's Blaze MC 3)(40)

“I’m saving you from yourself this time, querida,” Skull mutters.

“What does that even mean? Let me down right now!”

“Afraid not, cariño.”

“If you don’t let me down right now, I’ll make sure your girlfriend knows all about what we did back there!” I threaten him.

“I don’t have a girlfriend, but be my guest to tell anyone you want, Beth. I doubt it will be much of a secret since my men had to have heard you screaming for me,” he calmly tells me. If blood wasn’t already rushing to my face from being held upside down, I know I would be blushing bright red right now. Then… it hits me. I go completely still.

“Beth?” Skull asks, noticing the change at once.

“Skull, let me down,” I order him and I can tell from the surroundings that we’re practically at the back door.

“I don’t think so, we…”

“Let me down!” I scream, close to the edge.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks.

“Please, put me down,” I beg, my voice broken.

He does so, but barely in time. I cap my hand over my mouth and rush outside, barely making it there before I throw up. Skull is right behind me. He even holds my damn hair. As soon as I’m able, I pull away from him. He whisks his shirt off to hand it to me. I use it to wipe my mouth, trying to ignore that it smells like him. I mostly achieve this. I have a harder time ignoring his chest. The designs of the ink he wears and the way the skulls are intricately woven together… I always loved that. Then there’s the tiny barbells in his nipples… the ones I just had in my mouth… Shit! What the hell is wrong with me? This is Skull’s fault. All his fault. He’s done something to me.

I look around and all of the men are there. Candy, Louise, and Sacks are all there, too. But I don’t see Katie and Torch anywhere. Beast is standing over Matthew with a gun. I look at him briefly. Sadly, there’s very little blood visible on his pants. That’s Skull’s fault, too. When I planned it out in my head, I was going to thrust my knife into his jugular. That would have killed him. All of this is Skull’s fault.

Skull—who has destroyed my life. Skull—who threatened to take my child away from me. Skull—who fucked me even though he had a girlfriend. Skull—who has ruined me for other men. Skull—with the perfect fucking pierced nipples.

“Where’s Katie?” I ask the men, still thinking of all the reasons I should hate him.

“Beth, are you sick again?” Skull asks, concern and worry laced in his growly-He-Man voice, which feels good. Which, in turn, pisses me off.

“I just threw up!” I hiss at him. “I’m done. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing left in there to be sick with again. Trust me, if there was, I’d probably still be barfing! Now can we get your…”

“What the hell is wrong with you that you’re throwing up?” Skull yells, jarring me. His face is tight and I could swear he’s trying to keep himself from shaking me.

“I want to know where my sister is!” I yell back.

“Torch took her to the club doctor,” Skull says.

“You took her to your whore?” I screech.

His men starting laughing, and I’m pretty sure that if I could get away with it, I’d slap them all.

Skull has a strange look on his face. “No, to that damn doctor who tried to examine you,” he finally says. Then, his mouth twists into a grin. “Are you jealous, querida?” he asks cockily.

“Shut up,” I growl. “I want to go see Katie now.”

“No.”

“No?” I screech again. What is he turning me into, a banshee?

“Tell me why you got sick,” Skull says calmly.

My head goes back in disbelief. Is he insane? Fine. He wants me to lay it out? I will.

“Because, estúpido, I had sex with a man who sleeps with a she-bitch from hell!”

“You threw up because you had sex with me?” he growls, his face going tight with anger again, and all trace of the cocky, worrying asshole is erased. Now he looks normal again. I almost wince because I didn’t mean it like that—not exactly. I want to explain, but then I remember what an asshole he is, what an asshole he’s been—especially the part where he slept with me while having a girlfriend.

“Exactly!” I growl.

The men are laughing. Shit! I forgot about them. Something about Skull always makes everything and everyone else disappear for me. At least they are making an effort to be quiet.

“Don’t worry, Skull. Beth has a weak stomach. Don’t you, Bethie?” Matthew goads me. “I used to use that to my advantage quite often. Those were good times, weren’t they, Beth? Have you shared them with Skull yet?” he asks. “I wonder how he’ll see you when he knows about them.”