Page 13 of Johny B

He growls out when the blanket falls from between us, my blouse wide open, leaving us skin on skin, the heat between us explosive.

“Scarlett, I want you so bad, but….”

The door from Velvet’s flies open, and once again, chaos reigns.

“Get the fuck off her,” Smoke’s voice bellows across the room. JB is dragged away from me, leaving me exposed, not just to Smoke but also his VP, Stone, who is standing behind him.

Quickly I grab the blanket from the floor where it has fallen and cover myself.

Smoke has JB by the throat. A matte, black Glock is held to the side of his head.

“Smoke, stop,” I scream at him, but his focus is fixed on JB.

“I fucking warned you, you piece of shit.” Smoke’s top lip curls back, baring his teeth as he snarls like a rabid dog up close into JB’s face. “You motherfucker. I knew I couldn’t trust you.”

“Smoke,” I shout again trying to get his attention, but he’s blinkered by his anger.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he spits into his face. “Cutting off your dick is too good for you.” Smoke's finger curls tighteraround the trigger of the gun, his elbow raises, and he pushes the nozzle firmly against his temple.

“Hey, Brother,” Stone intervenes, trying to calm shit down. “Take a breath, think about this for a minute.” Stone places a hand on Smoke’s shoulder.

“Stay out of this,” Smoke seethes, violently shrugging off Stone’s hold. “I’m going to end this pretty boy, motherfucker.”

“Dad,” I scream at the top of my voice. “Dad. Stop.” I call him by the name I rarely use twice to make sure it registers with him, but it’s unnecessary because his head flings in my direction immediately at the first mention.

Smoke, aka Dad, is not the only one staring at me with raised brows, mouth slack in pure shock. Of course, JB had no idea, so that’s no surprise, but Stone? He’s not only an MC brother but he and Smoke have always been so close, like brothers in blood, too. I thought at least he would have been privy to our secret.

JB looks at me, his mouth moving but for a few moments no sound breaches his lips until he eventually blusters. “Smoke… Your dad?”

I nod quickly before taking a few steps towards both him and Smoke.

I place my hand over Smoke’s hand as he holds the Glock to JB’s head. “Drop the gun, Dad. JB’s done nothing wrong. I was the one who made the move.”

“Don’t cover for him, Scarlett.” Smoke continues to hold the gun firmly to JB’s head. “Your clothes, the marks on your neck, the blood on your face.”

“Shit.” I swipe my forearm across my mouth and cheeks. I’d forgot that I had bitten into the drunk’s hand. How revolting. I had kissed JB with that creep’s blood on my face. It’s kinda wrong but I can’t help but think despite the state of me, JB had still kissed me back.

“He was making a noise, so I knocked him the fuck out again,” Rush barks as he walks into the room from the hallway, “That shit felt good, too…” He stalls when he takes in the arrival of his club brothers. “Prez. How did you know? I was just about to call you.” He spots the gun held to JB’s head and the fact that I’m still looking dishevelled, and barely covered. “Woah, wait up. This…” He waves his hand between JB and where I stand. “This has nothing to do with JB. If anyone should have a gun to his head, it’s me. I fucked up. Not JB. He’s the one who stopped the motherfucker who was hurting Scarlett.”

My eyes flick between them all, the tension mounting, unsure as to what my dad is going to do next.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?” Smoke eventually bellows out.

“I’ll tell you everything, but first, will you please put the fucking gun away?” I plead. He drops his arm back down to his side and releases his hold on JB, but it’s clear that Smoke is still raging.

Despite that, he comes to stand in front of me, his hand cupping my chin, and raises my gaze to meet his.

“Fuck, Scarlett, are you okay?”

I give him a weak smile. “I will be, but I suggest you get that motherfucker downstairs out of my house before I take that gun of yours and shoot the bastard myself.”

Johny B

The blood-curdling screamhit me as soon as I’d opened the door to let myself in. Gut instinct told me it was Scarlett instantly, and despite every inch of my body aching from the punishing run I’d just taken, I sprinted towards the stairs, oblivious to the burn in my muscles.

What I saw as I burst through the door both sickened and triggered a rage in me that was relentless. Immediately, I captured the fuckers’ arm in my fist, then pulled the asshole off her, slamming him back down on to the floor. My anger raged with every punishing punch to the dirty bastard’s face. My mind going back to my childhood years, and the bullying I’d endured but never had the guts to retaliate. Until that fateful day when I’d lost it.

They say that we are a product of our childhood, but although that’s partly true, I don’t think it’s the only catalyst behind my uncontrollable rage.

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