Page 28 of Property of Fire

I find myself surprised by his answer. Typically, I deal with Scotch when it comes to ordering for the bar. The Black Mark MC runs a legit brewing company. Their alcohol isn’t something you can just go to stores and buy. They are exclusive, and it’s hard to get outside those they’ll deal with. Plus, they also have moonshine and not the stuff you can get in stores now. No, it’s the real stuff.

“Why is Scotch coming here?” I wonder if he tried to contact me first or if it has anything to do with the bar at all. I know the two clubs have an alliance.

“Club business, Eve,” Fire mutters and walks past me into the bathroom and closes the door without so much as looking back at me. I guess this is his way of ending the discussion.

Fine. Whatever.

Getting dressed in my jeans from last night, I search through his drawers for a T-shirt. Finding one I pull it on over my head. The shirt swallows me whole, but I don’t care. I need coffee, and I’m not waiting around for Fire to find it.

I don’t bother with shoes. One of the rules that is followed to the letter about his clubhouse is that the floors have to be cleaned daily. Shoes are just horrible, and I hate putting them on. I’m pretty sure my brother put this rule in place when he did because of me. I’d come to the clubhouse without shoes and refuse to put them on.

Making my way toward the front of the clubhouse, I try not to think about Fire meeting with Scotch. It’s not that there’s anything to hide, but Scotch’s made it known he wouldn’t mind me joining him in his bed. He’s a major flirt and has no trouble voicing his thoughts. There were a few times I’d been tempted. Mostly because I was tired of seeing Fire with other women, it hurt if I’m being honest. Regardless, I didn’t take Scotch up on his offer because I knew he wasn’t Fire.

Moving behind the bar, I find the coffee pot still on. Hopefully, the coffee was fresh, and I wouldn’t have to wait to make some more. I didn’t think I could do that.

I barely get the coffee into a mug and lift it to my lips before it happens.

“You know he’s just playing with you, right? He’s not going to settle down with a girl who can’t appease a man like him,” Chellie voices her opinion with a smirk playing on her lips. Behind her, Janie and Same were standing, listening, sizing me up. I never understood why anyone would be okay with being named something as ridiculous as Same. Why? It’s the stupidest name there is. What is it? Her shit’s the same as everyone else’s, so it’s not like she’s anything special. I don’t get it. I know it’s not her real name.

“Whatever you think, Chellie, go right ahead and think it,” I tell her and take a sip of my coffee. Thank you, it’s fresh. Lowering the mug, I say, “Just do your thinking without putting your skanky lips on my man.”

“But is he actually your man?” Same asks, eyebrow cocked. “Do you really think he’s just yours? That man doesn’t claim women. I mean, where is here now?”

I wasn’t going to let them patronize me or goad me into doing something that would get my ass in trouble. Heat didn’t mind violence, but he wasn’t for anyone beating on thehoras. I’m sure if I explained myself, he’d understand. Then again, he’d chastise me for allowing myself to be goaded into a fight in the first place.

“Go find someone else to bother,” I mutter and lift my coffee to my lips.

“Maybe we will.” Janie giggles. “We could always go join Kaley. I’m sure by now she’s riding Fire’s cock.”

Chellie and Same both laugh right along with her, as if what she said was the most hilarious thing in the world.

I don’t let them see that they scored a mark. I do that, and they win. Anyway, I refuse to believe them anyway.

Doing my best to ignore the three fowl skank hoes, I move around the bar and take a seat on one of the stools. A few moments later, I struggle with believing them when Fire steps out of the mouth of the hall, Kaley not far behind him, a wicked smirk playing on her lips.

Fire moves straight to me, hand going in my hair, tilts my head back, and kisses me deeply. I hate myself for wondering if he’d just been with Kaley and had his mouth on her. My stomach churns, and I struggle to keep from demanding if he did something after I left his room. However, I ask him, it’ll show I don’t trust him, and I’ve always trusted him. Never has he lied to me. I can’t stop believing in that now. If I do, it won’t just hurt me. It’ll break me in a way I would never be able to come back from.

NINETEEN

FIRE

Something’s wrong with Evelin,I know it in my gut. Whatever is bugging her, she’s not letting it show. She’s never been one to shield her emotions from anyone. She’s a tell you like it is type of person, and the fact she’s not talking now makes me question what’s going on with her.

Evelin was fine when we’d gotten up. I’m sure it annoyed her that I didn’t tell her why the Black Mark MC was coming and what the talk with Scotch had to deal with. I figured she’d deal with it and get over it. She knows the score when it comes to ‘club business’ and what it means. I should’ve just taken the time to tell her instead of being an asshole about it. I didn’t tell her cause I didn’t want her to be there for the conversation ‘cause I know about Scotch’s flirting with her and didn’t like it. Considering the discussion has to do with the bar, she’ll have to be present.

I’ve got a feeling that whatever is bothering her has something to do with thehoras. I don’t know what yet, but I’ll be finding out. Heat had Boot and Trigger wire certain rooms in the clubhouse for security purposes. I’ll pull up the feed if I have to, however, I’d prefer Evelin to tell me.

I’ll give her a bit of time to come to me about it, but I’m not waiting long. The bullshit that’s going on with her doesn’t need more piled on top. Now that we’re back from the rally, I plan to fix the problems at hand.

If I didn’t need to get with Brimstone and Flame now, I would ask Evelin to spit it out. Better yet, I’d tell her ass how I didn’t like the fact she left the bedroom without me. I like having her close in ways I don’t get. I’ve always been fine with being alone. I hadn’t wanted a woman staying in my room longer than it took to get off.

Evelin, though, she’s different. Always has been.

“I need to get to the bar,” Evelin announces, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I have to go over the stock take. See what needs to be ordered.”

“Why didn’t you do that last night?” She’d been in her office for a while.

“Do you realize everything that I do to manage the bar?” she asks, brows furrowing.

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