Page 71 of Property of Camo

Thorin turns a glare at Shift, but he doesn’t back down.

“What, brother? Are you going to berate me too, humiliate me in front of everyone? I’d be very fucking careful if I was you.” Seeing Shift like this, hell, all of my brothers, is not new to me; we can get heated from time to time.

Looking down at Skyla, I see her looking at each of my brother’s as they glare at Thorin. I expect to see fear, but I see curiosity and wonder as she looks on.

“Shut it, Shift. Just back the fuck off,” Thorin growls.

“Or what?” Shift antagonizes him and we know what Thorin gets like when he is pushed.

“Right, that is enough. Thorin, go feed, for fuck’s sake. Shift, have a drink or some pussy,” Pres snaps.

My brother looks to the club girls, who straighten their spines in excitement of being fucked, but Shift snarls.

“No thanks, Pres. I call for all club girls to be banished.” Shift ignores the shocked gasps from the girls, and I smirk, nodding to him.

“I second that,” Skyla calls out, making the brothers laugh.

“Third,” I add.

I kiss her head, but this time instead of accepting the kiss, she inches away, making me frown. Bringing her gaze up to meetmine, I see indecision on her face, the little dip in her brow, her lips pressed together.

“You do not get a vote, you are nothing to the club,” Shaz snaps.

Now it is my turn to get angry.

I step over to her in a flash; I move so fast the bitch does not see me coming. My hand wraps around her throat, her gasps filling the room as she struggles to breathe. Her wide eyes meet mine, and I chuckle darkly at her, making her fear build and so she fucking should fear me.

“It is you that are nothing to the club, do you hear me? Not even a wet hole anymore. The next time you speak to my Ol’ Lady, look in her direction, breathe the fucking same air as her, I swear it will be the last breath you take. Skyla is mine, you disrespect her, you disrespect me, you get me?”

She nods against my hold. “You have one hour to pack your shit and get the fuck off Kings’ property.”

I let her go, her legs giving out a she slumps to the floor, trying to drag much needed air into her lungs.

“You are also banished from all Kings of Anarchy property; you are also banned from seeking comfort in any members associated with the club. Nikki, Liz, you too.” They all cry but not one brother comforts them or comes to their aid after Pres’s declaration.

The three women scurry off so my attention is brought back to my brothers, bar Thorin, who is missing— no doubt he has gone to feed.

“Prospect, follow them to make sure that they only take their own shit,” Winger calls out, and the man runs off, doing the job that was entrusted to him.

My gaze finds Skyla, and she is sitting down on the end of the sofa seat, looking drained. Stepping to her, I help her to herfeet again, snaking my arm around her waist, holding her to me firmly, even when she tries to pull away.

“Your woman needs rest, brother; take her to your room,” Winger states, and I nod.

“Come on, baby.”

“I can walk on my own,” she snaps, making me laugh.

“I know, but I like helping you; plus, I get to have my hands on you this way.” I wink at her.

We pass Pres and he nods to me, dropping his voice so that only I can hear him.

“Things will work out, brother, but you have to work for it.” I look him in the eyes, taking in his words as we pass.

With steady steps, I walk my woman to my room. Unlocking the door with my thumbprint, I carry her inside, the feeling of her pressed against my chest is something I have missed.

The scent of fresh paint still lingers in the air, after I had a prospect come in and redecorate my room so it would not remind Skyla of all of the shit that I have pulled before.

“You decorated?” she asks, and I nod.

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