Page 80 of Property of Camo

My heart stutters in my chest, pain lashing through my heart, as his hands go to her waist, her smile wide and bright. My anger overtakes the pain in my chest, but before I can speak, he removes her from his body, and steps back.

“What the fuck? You know I have an Ol’ Lady, now. You do not get to fucking touch me. Know your fucking place or you can leave,” he snaps at her, but he doesn’t deter her at all.

She reaches for him again, and he slaps her hand away, making her cry out.

“But, Camo, I can please you so much better than she can. You know we were good together; plus, now with Shaz and the others gone, there is no need to hide,” she whines, and the sound of her voice grates on my nerves.

Setting my laptop to the side of me, I push to my feet, happy that I feel no pain. Reece sees me, a smirk flitting across his lushmouth. Lisa turns to look at me over her shoulder, her hands blindly reaching for my man but he steps back out of her reach.

That move makes me happy.

“Bitch, I really think you need to stop touching something that does not belong to you,” I say, stepping closer to them.

Reece moves, coming to stand behind me. His hands snake around my waist, settling on my stomach, pulling me flush to his body in a sign of a united front. He is claiming me again, in front of the club.

It makes my stomach fill with butterflies, and my heart light.

“He does not belong to you. Camo has not claimed you in front of the club, not officially,” she snarks, making me laugh.

“So what? Does he need to make a grand archaic sexual beat-his-chest gesture, to say that he is claiming me?”

“Fucking hell, woman, get with the present. If he says she is his, he kissed her in front of you all, and he has not touched any of you, then I think that is a fair claim in the eyes of the club,” Shift calls out to the room.

“If you weren’t so far up Shaz’s ass, you would know that Camo did claim Skyla to the club. So I would watch what you say,” Rush throws out.

“Anyone have anything to say about Camo, the Vice President of the Kings of Anarchy, claiming Skyla Delmont as his Ol’ Lady?” Winger calls to the room, while making eye contact with everyone present.

The room stays quiet, until Lisa scoffs, crossing her arms and popping a hip in a defiant stance.

“You cannot be serious to claim this bitch? What does she have that I do not?” she asks Camo.

Reece’s body inches even closer, if that is possible, and I feel his hard on pressing into my body, making my blood heat up.

“She has my love and respect.” My breath hitches at his words. “She also does not put up with my bullshit, and is notafraid to speak up when I am out of line. Me fucking up with a slut like you, made me see that I am the one losing out by not having her in my life.

“I will spend the rest of my life making it up to her after what I have put her through, but with people like you who think that their shit does not stink because you let the brother fuck you? If Pres is on board, I call for Lisa to be banished from the club for disrespecting a club member and his Ol’ Lady, and if any of her friends want to leave with her, so be it.”

I can’t keep the grin off my face, which only makes Lisa mad, her face red, and her fists tight, now hanging at her sides.

“You cannot be serious?”

“Oh, I believe he is serious. Your only place was on your back and knees, and while doing that you thought you had the right to bully and cause drama, which I can only imagine that badass bikers do not want. They want easy, drama-free pussy,” I state, loving how Reece tightens his hold on me.

“What she said,” Rush calls, winking at me when I look at him, earning a growl from behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I smile up at Reece, who is currently looking at his brother like he wants to slit his throat.

“I call for a blood oath to seal the deal.” Oryn grins, making my body tense up.

“What is a blood oath?”

“She doesn’t even know the ways of the Kings. How the fuck can she be an Ol’ Lady?” one of the club girls calls out, making Lisa look at me in triumph.

“The blood oath is when we share blood, baby. We drag a blade across our palms, then we connect our hands. It is our way of solidifying my claim.”

I stare into his green eyes, seeing just how bright they are now. He smiles down at me, but I see a flash of uncertainty. He isunsure if I will allow this claim, since we are not on solid ground yet, but when I think of my future, I see him.

“You really want this? You think we have a future?” I twist to face him, reaching up to cup his stubbled jaw.

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