Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(58)
“Open up, hermano.”
Fuck. Skull. Here. This is not good. I can still hear the shower. I’m gonna need to get rid of him…quick. I open the door, and do my best not to act like I want Skull anywhere but fucking here.
“Boss?”
“Sabre’s been found, let’s ride.” Motherfucker. Sabre’s found… even as that registers, there is one other thought that’s stronger: Couldn’t he have called?
“Is he…” shit, I can’t even say it.
“He’s alive. Fucked up, but alive.”
“Then why the hell hasn’t he checked in? What the fuck is going on, Boss?” I ask, stepping into my boots and then running back to the couch grab my t-shirt and cut.
“He hasn’t been conscious. He hasn’t been able to check in. Unlike you, motherfucker—who apparently took it on himself to send two prospects to Tennessee without checking with me.” I freeze, rubbing my hand along my beard.
“Boss—”
“Later el cabrón, first we talk to Sabre. The other men are waiting on us outside. I only came up to tell you alone that you and I are going to talk. You have access to the men, but motherfucker, you never act on your own without telling me what the hell is going on. You get me?” He pokes my chest.
Fuck, I gotta say something. Now.
“Yeah, man. Listen…”
“Later. More important shit going on. But, we will have this out. I’d just rather not call you out in front of the other men. If you leave me no choice,” Skull shrugs. He likes me. I know he does and he’s doing this as a courtesy. Most men he would have called them down and made an example of them. He’s giving me trust here, and how will he feel when he knows I’ve betrayed him even more? Shit.
“Jax? Were you yelling? I couldn’t hear you over the water, honey,” Bree says coming through the hall. She reaches the kitchen, rubbing a towel through her hair and wearing nothing but another towel wrapped around her. Motherfucking fucking fuck. I hear Skull’s growl, but I don’t look at him, instead I go and stand in front of Bree. No son of a bitch will see Bree like that, even my Prez.
“¿Qué mierda está pasando aquí?” Skull demands. What the fuck is going on here? I get a sick feeling that this will be the end of my time with Bree, if he has anything to do with it. Fuck. That can’t happen. She’s mine.
“Skull?” Bree, gasps from behind me.
“Go get dressed, Bree,” I order her.
“What the fuck did you do?” Skull says, his voice deadly, looking ready to murder first and ask questions later.
“It’s not what it looks like, Boss,” I tell him, inside thinking, fuck, it’s probably worse.
His dark eyes would kill me, if looks could murder. “It looks like you’ve been sticking your polla into my menor de edad neice.”
“She’s not underage, Boss,” I growl, wondering if that sounds as lame to him as it does to me.
“She’s in high school you sick fuck! Cristo, where the fuck did I go wrong here.”
“Aunt Bethie was in school when you met her, Skull.”
“Stay out of this, Bree,” I warn her. “And for fuck’s sake, go get dressed.”
“Seems I need to speak up. I love him Skull. He’s my man,” she confesses, taking up for me, but it doesn’t matter.
“He’s a dead man,” he states, his tone resolute.
“I love him,” Bree objects.
“Amor,” Skull scoffs. “You’re too young to know what love is.”
“Was that true with Beth? She said she loved you from the moment you first met.”
“And look what heartache that caused pequeño?” Skull returns, and I rake my hand through my hair, sure I’m losing my mind. I’m upset that my Prez, the man who understandably wants to kill me right now calls her little one. No one should have nicknames for my woman, but me.
“And if the family had respected her decision and you two wouldn’t have had obstacles, none of that would have happened,” Bree returns, stubbornly.
“Bree. Enough. Go get dressed,” I order her.
“Si, Bree. Go put clothes on. I’ll have my men take you back to the compound.”
“I’m not leaving.” Bree’s stance says one thing, she’s not going without a fight. That’s my girl.
“She’s not leaving, Boss,” her and I say in unison.
“La mierda dices?” he growls advancing on me, but I stand my ground.
“She’s mine, Boss. I’ve claimed her, and I’m not giving her up. You’ll have to kill me to get her away.”