Page 53 of Property of Camo

A few nights ago, my stomach knotted while I was playing pool with Cotton and Shift. I still have no idea what caused it, because it was gone as quick as it came.

“You good, brother?” Shift asked as he and Halen took the seats around the table I was sitting at.

“Yeah, man. Just thinking on some shit,” I say.

“Skyla?” comes Halen’s deep voice.

I nod.

“Shit still bad with her?”

I nod again.

“I fucked up, but have no idea how to make it right with her.”

The guys laugh, earning a scowl from me. They are just as fucked up as I am, when it comes to women. Halen is the soft one of the club; he can’t fucking wait to meet the one person who will claim his battered heart.

“Make her see, brother. You denied it for so fucking long but you know that she was meant for you. Your soul calls to her?” He hints and I nod to him, confirming.

“Then take her, brother.”

Before I can say anything, my cell rings from my pocket. Fishing it out, I see that it is Rocky calling me and my gut tightens.

“What happened?” I answer without greeting.

“Fuck, man. She is okay, let me say that first. Well, as okay as can be expected, but I am worried about her, Camo.”

“What has been going on?” I sit forward, and my brothers take note of my sudden change in demeanor.

“You know Aston, the kid she has been helping?”

“Yeah,” I confirm.

“Well, the boy’s stepfather has been causing all kinds of shit for Skyla. Calling her at all times of the night, vandalizing. Having college punks come into the gym saying they saw a flyer offering free memberships if they eat Skyla’s pussy good enough.” I can hear the anger in his voice and it sets my own building.

“Why the fuck didn’t she come to me? I would have dealt with the fucker. No one touches her.”

Rocky scoffs on the other end of the line.

“Are you fucking for real right now? Why would she come to you, Camo? You treated her like a club whore, only offering her your dick when you wanted it. And when she asked for more, you fucked someone else in front of her,” he hisses through the phone.

I growl, my teeth hurting from grinding them so fucking hard, hating that what he is saying is true but it doesn’t mean that I have to like hearing it.

“So, if she doesn’t want my help, why are you calling me?”

He sighs, and I know that I am going to hate what he is about to say next.

“She and Clark got attacked two nights ago. Two motherfuckers smashed into the gym while they were cleaning after hours. They are both okay— some scrapes and bruises, but I feel that this guy will escalate even more now because Skyla has Tate involved in the attack. He took some officers with him to give the stepfather an unofficial warning to stay away,” Rocky explains to me.

My fist clenches on the table, the phone cracking against my ear from my fingers tightening around the device.

“They are working on getting the boy removed, and Skyla is involved with that.”

I cut him off. “Is she at the gym now?”

“Yeah, we are all here.”

“On my way,” I spit out and end the call.

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