Page 69 of Property of Camo

“Oh fuck. They need to leave before I bust a stitch laughing,” I call out, making Delaney look at me over her shoulder, and it is that moment that Liz makes her move.

Her hand comes up and before I can warn my friend, Liz’s palm connects with Delaney’s cheek.

She cries out, but quickly recovers and lunges for the scrawny club girl.

“Get her, girl,” I bellow.

They grapple on the floor, Delaney being pinned to the floor, but thankfully she twists her legs, flipping them so she is on top, wailing on the slut. Pulling hair, scratching, but Delaney ispunching, making the woman cry out, and blood seeps from her nose, making me grin.

The other women cheer on their friend, who is clearly losing.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?” I look up, seeing the men rush from the room, pulling the two women apart.

Camo comes to me, cupping my face.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I do not take my eyes off Delaney.

Thorin has his big, tattooed arms wrapped around Delaney’s tiny waist, while Halen picks the club girl up off the floor.

“She came at me. We only came over here to see if Skyla needed anything, and Delaney told us to leave, that she was her only friend,” Shaz cries, all fucking fake tears.

I tense up, feeling Camo’s eyes on me. I look to him and silently shake my head, letting him know that the club girl is lying.

“She started it,” Delaney states, pulling from Thorin’s hold.

And I shit you not, he said the words that will stay with Delaney for a long time.

“Did she though?” His deep voice makes Delaney shiver, as her eyes widen at his question.

Oh shit, he has fucked up, and the feeling in my gut when something bad is about to happen rolls through me.

“What are you saying? I just told you, she came at me after saying some nasty shit to Skyla.” Thorin keeps looking at Delaney, but I catch Winger’s eyes and I nod, confirming what she is saying is true but Thorin doesn’t listen.

“You have made it clear that you do not like the club whores, you have never tried to get along with them, but you are forgetting that it was your job once. Just because you got Pres on your side to let you stop, don’t mean shit, you are just like them,Delaney. Your job was to fuck the brothers when needed.” His arms fold across his massive chest.

I gasp at his words, my gaze flicking around the room, seeing the club girls looking on smugly, happy that they have won this fight. Delaney steps back from the hulking vampire, but not out of fear, more like he just shattered her heart.

“I see.” Her voice cracks. Her heart fracturing open in front of the whole club.

You can hear a pin drop as we wait for Delaney or someone else to say something but it stays quiet, until I call her name.

“Delaney, come—” She holds her hands up to stop me.

Looking to her right, her gaze lands on Winger, a frown hits his face seeing the way she is looking at him.

“Thank you, for everything, Pres. You will never know how much I appreciate what you and the club have done for me.” She steps around Thorin, who is solid as a stone statue.

“Delaney, what the hell is that supposed to mean?” Oryn calls to her.

Camo pushes to his feet, but I grip his hand that hangs close to my face, stopping his steps. He looks down at me.

“Let her go,” I whisper, and after a few seconds, he nods.

Delaney stops across the room, her body tight, showing her anguish, then turns to look at Thorin who refuses to give her any attention.

“I think you know.” Tears roll down her porcelain skin, the red mark from the slap a stark contrast to her paleness, evidence of what just happened.

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