Page 39 of Property of Camo

“Oh my God, what happened?” He has a black eye, which is almost swollen shut, and a split lip.

“My stepdad.” He sobs as I hold him tightly to me. “He said that you sent a biker to hurt him, so he was going to hurt me because you need to mind your own business.”

The words he speaks send a tsunami of anger through me.

This is because of Camo. He stuck his nose into my business again, when it does not concern him.

“Skyla, do not do anything stupid,” Rocky calls to me.

I am sober; any buzz I had has gone and I can see and think clearly.

He has fucked up so bad this time that his actions have caused harm to someone I care about.

Pushing to my feet, I go inside and change out my heels, slipping into a pair of Docs. I pull my hair up into a bun and secure it with a hair tie, before going back outside.

“Take Aston inside and clean him up,” I say to Eva, as I drop down in front of the boy. “I need to go and take care of something. Stay with these guys; they will watch you until I get back, okay?”

He nods. I kiss the top of his head and turn to my car.

“Be careful, Sky,” Rocky calls. “You need me as back up, I am there.”

I nod and climb in, before backing out and driving in the direction of the Kings of Anarchy clubhouse. Camo is about to have a nasty piece of my mind.

15

Camo

Iwatch as the car she slipped into drives away.

My vision is red with rage, my fists clenched at my sides and my blood turns molten in my veins.

Spinning on my heels, I storm back into the club. Every fucking person, human and supernatural, moves out of my way, making sure they are not the target for my fury. My heavy steps meet the steps on the stairs as I climb them to my office.

As I pass one of the rooms, I see the server from earlier and call out.

“Follow me,” I snap.

She skips to it, following me into the office. Setting my ass on the edge of my desk, I undo my belt, popping the buttons of my jeans.

“On your knees and suck my cock.”

She licks her lips and does as she is told. Her lips that are pink, wrap around my cock, and I growl, hitting the back of her throat. My anger is still there, pulsing through my veins so I grip the back of her head, my fingers flexing in her hair, ignoring the little whimper of pain that I cause her.

Holding her head still, I fuck her mouth fast and hard, holding her in place. Tears stream down her pale face, but it is not enough to stop me. My rage at Skyla has taken over.

“Fucking take it,” I growl loudly.

Her eyes widen, flashing in fear.

My balls tighten and I come, exploding my cum down her throat, filling her mouth.

I step to the side when the short-lived euphoric feeling leaves me. Looking down at the woman on her knees, with her swollen, used mouth, I grunt.

“Get back to work.”

She blinks, before she scurries away and goes back to work.

Tucking myself away, I collect my shit and leave. The need to fuck still echoes through my body. My soul calls to Skyla but I am so angry at her for what she did tonight, for what she has done to us.

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