Page 54 of Property of Camo

“What has happened? Skyla okay?” Halen asks, concern clear in his voice.

“Yeah, we need to get to the gym. I have some shit to sort out with my woman.”

I wait for the fear and strangling feelings to hit me when I think of her as mine, but they never come. All I feel is pure rage for someone who put their hands on what is mine.

“I’ll let Pres know,” Shift says as he types on his phone.

The three of us run to our bikes and ride toward the gym, so I can see for myself that Skyla is okay and make her see that she is now under the protection of the Kings of Anarchy MC.

Racing through the streets of Salem, images of how badly hurt Skyla could have been play in my head. She would have been so fucking scared and I wasn’t there to protect her. She will have me from now on, I just need to make her see that I am in this now.

We arrive at the gym, and I see there is a new glass entry door to the gym, and my fists clench, my blood boiling.

Pushing through the new doors, I scan the area but do not see her. Rocky’s gaze lands on mine, and he gives me a nod. Eva glares at me as she walks in my direction.

“What are you doing here, Camo?” Her arms cross in front of her body and she pops a hip, looking sassy and hot but she has nothing on my girl.

“Looking for Skyla,” I reply to her.

“She doesn’t need you, Camo, as you so not so nicely showed her.” Her voice has an edge to it and I can’t help but smirk at her, loving that my woman has friends like Eva on her side.

“Camo?” I hear my name and it does crazy shit to my heart. “What can we do for you?”

Her voice is cold, detached, as I take her in. She is wearing green sweatpants and matching sweatshirt with the words ‘Bornto be real not perfect’ on the front. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail thing, and I notice that her hair is now all black— the blue and purple are gone.

A growl slips from my throat when I see the cut on her jaw and neck. Her eyes go wide when I step forward before I can stop myself. Cupping her chin gently, I turn her head to see the marks that someone put on her.

My gaze connects with hers and I see confusion, worry, and some hurt shining back at me. Her skin feels warm to the touch and my body seeks more, leaning into her, but she blinks and steps back, severing our connection.

“Why are you here?”

“What happened?” I ask my own question.

Her brow dips, her gaze bouncing between my eyes, looking for the reason I asked her what I did. She pulls her shoulders back, in a way that she is holding her walls up between us, then licks her lips before answering.

“It does not concern you.”

“Like hell it doesn’t. What. The. Fuck. Happened?” I ask again, on a snarl this time.

Being the Skyla I know, she folds her arms, glaring at me through narrowed eyes. She waits a beat, her gaze laser-focused on me.

“It. Does. Not. Concern. You. What part of that are you having trouble with? Go back to your whores, Camo. Whatever is going on in my life, I can handle.”

I scoff, nodding to her face. “Clearly you can handle it. Was told that you have been having some shit from the boy’s family? He cause those marks on you?”

I mirror her posture, crossing my arms over my chest. Widening my stance, I’m ready to fight her for her protection, because I know that she will shut down any effort from me to help her.

She has the right to do it but there is no way that I will leave her unprotected again.

“Who told you?” She looks to her friends and both Rocky and Clark look anywhere but at her.

She sighs, and they both look at her, before looking away from the disappointment she is showing them.

“Tell me you boys didn’t?” Eva calls to them.

It is Clark who speaks for them.

“You never heard how fucking scared she was, Eva. I hated that I could not get to her before the door was smashed in, or after they got in here.” You can hear the regret and pain in his voice.

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