“Like I said, I’m not in the mood for this, DeDe. Go hit up Diesel or one of the other members.” He closed his eyes and exhaled. The sound of the bed squeaking had him looking at her.
She sauntered toward him, but right before she could reach out to him he stopped her with a firm shake of his head.
“Just go before I get fucking pissed off.” He scented her annoyance instantly, but he assumed she was smart enough to keep her mouth shut. But, clearly he thought more highly of her than was actually accurate, because she opened her mouth and started talking.
“I saw the way you looked at that girl you brought in, and I know she was the reason you almost knocked out Lane.”
Jagger clenched his teeth and stared at her. He was about to say something, and that wouldn’t be good for either of them. DeDe had been with the club for a long time, but right now she was overstepping her bounds.
She crossed her arms under her breasts and popped them out even more. “I will not be pushed over for some stray pussy that comes walking in.”
Jagger let out a low growl and stood. She dropped her hands, took a step back, and widened her eyes at him. “Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” He kept his voice low, but he didn’t leave out the warning behind his words. Her annoyance soon turned to apprehension, but she was right to be nervous. Jagger would never hurt a woman, but DeDe was too lax with him in thinking she had some kind of hold on him.
“I just think I’ve earned my place with you, and seniority over some random snatch.” Her voice was a little shaky, but she had some balls to think she had any kind of claim on him or his club.
“You knew coming into all of this that you were here for pussy. You please the guys and keep your mouth shut.” He took another step toward her. “I have never said you were anything more to me than that, and no one ever said you’d become an old lady.” And Jagger knew that was what she wanted, what a lot of the club pussy thought coming into this life. DeDe didn’t say anything in response, and at least she had finally learned that keeping her mouth shut was part of being involved in the club. “What I do on my own time, and who I do it with are none of your fucking concern. Never come at me again spouting off bullshit that I owe you anything. If you can’t take the life you created here, then you know where the damn door is.” He stared at her, letting her know that he wasn’t fucking around. “Now get the fuck out of my room, and don’t ever come in here like you own the damn place.” He watched her jaw clench, but she turned and left his room.
Jagger sat back down on the chair and closed his eyes again. He was a bastard, an asshole, and a downright mean motherfucker, but he never pretended to be anything but, and he sure as hell didn’t cater to anyone. If DeDe, or anyone for that matter, thought they could change him, his club, or start making demands on what they wanted, they needed to get the fuck out right now and not let the door hit them in the ass. Club life was dramatic and hard on the best of days, but it was also all about brotherly love and helping each other out. Yeah they drank, got high, fucked a lot of pussy, and the world they lived in wasn’t pretty. But even with the death and blood that surrounded them, Jagger was content in where he was.
He stood and headed back into the bathroom. Since he was up he might as well take a shower. Maybe the warm water would help clear his head and ease the still pounding pressure behind his eyes? But he knew nothing could help him get the thoughts of Sonya out of his head, and that was just becoming a dangerous mixture inside of him.
Chapter Eight
Sonya knew it was early as soon as she opened her eyes and only the barest amount of light filtered through the window. She pushed herself up in bed but hissed out as pain lanced down her arm. Shortly after Jagger had left her alone the pain pill had kicked in and she was able to relax as the agony in her shoulder eased. She had finished her sandwich and then gone to sleep. But even the next morning she didn’t feel any better than she had yesterday. She was still worried about everything, and it almost seemed worse now. Jagger had said Trick was still out there, and although he had declared no one would hurt her again, how could someone possibly make sure that she would be safe when she wasn’t staying here any longer than it took to heal her arm?
Going slowly this time, she moved until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Taking a moment to just breathe, she finally stood and walked over to the bathroom. Her reflection showed nasty circles under her eyes, her hair a matted mess, and her overall appearance looking like she had been resurrected from the dead. She pulled open the drawer below, saw a new toothbrush, a small tube of toothpaste, and even a few other hygienic things that she silently said thank you that they were here.