Page 41 of Property of Camo

Regret lays heavy in my stomach. Winger shakes his head at me, his disappointment matching the woman next to him.

Skyla straightens her spine when I feel a body step to mine. Looking down at Shaz, I find her smirking at Skyla.

“You don’t belong here. Clearly Camo is done with your skanky ass, so leave.”

Before I can speak, Skyla beats me to it.

“I think you will find that it was the other way around, bitch. I was finished with Camo. You are welcome to him, but do not expect much more than a quick fuck.” She then turns her angry gaze in my direction and I feel the weight of her hate for me right in my chest.

“You need to stay out of my business. Anything to do with me from now on does not concern you.”

“If you say so,” I snark off, shrugging.

Her nostrils flare, her tiny fists clenched at her sides as she steps close to me.

With my heightened senses, I can smell her strawberry scent, and my cock kicks to life again.

“I do, Camo. Younolonger have a say when it comes to me, not that you truly gave a flying fuck anyway. Sticking your dick in that whore made sure of that, but also you put a child in danger with your recklessness,” she snaps.

I frown.

Seconds tick by, then it dawns on me. The boy’s father. My anger spikes again, as my brothers step forward.

“What is she talking about, brother?” Oryn asks.

“A young boy came into my gym, and me and my friends have been helping to get him away from his abusive family. Your brother here, took it upon himself to beat the kid’s stepfather up, and now he has hurt the boy worse. Just stay away from me and my people, Camo."

"I will fucking kill him,” I snarl, stepping forward.

“No,” she screams, her anger bubbling over. “You will not. Just leave me and mine alone.”

“Anything that involves you, involves me,” I snap.

She folds her arms across her body, her head shaking back and forth. Her chest heaving, pressing her tits against the material of her dress. Again, my dick likes her fire. Skyla has always had a fire about her.

“No, Camo, you have lost that right.” She sighs, her tone of voice changing to one that I hate. “Honestly, I knew it would come to this. You told me time and time again that you could never offer me more, but I fell for you anyway. Fool me once, right?”

Her cold words, the indifference she shows, make me explode.

“YOU ARE MINE!” I bellow, my anger getting the best of me.

Skyla scoffs, a smile slipping across her lips but it does not reach her eyes that show her pain.

“I have never been yours, Camo. I never will be.” She looks to Shaz one more time before she delivers her final words.

“We are done, Camo. What we had was good for a while, but I know when enough is enough. Have a good life.” She turns and nods to Winger, offering a sign of respect to the Pres of the club, for allowing her to come in here and hand my ass to me.

With my gut as tight as it can go, almost to the point of making me nauseous, I watch her walk out. Her ass tucked into that skirt makes it look fuckable.

“You fucked up, brother.” Pres gains my attention.

“Shaz, go somewhere else, I am sick of seeing your face,” Thorin calls out to her.

She scoffs, but sashays away.

With my gaze still focused on the door, my body vibrates with hurt and anger, a deadly combination for a supernatural. I take a step forward, but a hand on my chest stops me in my tracks.

“Leave her be, brother,” Winger states.

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