Page 102 of Savage

I head out of church and through the hall leading to the main lounge. Crazy has Neisha bent over the black leather couch. She’s the pig in a spit roast sandwich between Crazy and Grim. And while Grim stands there having his dick sucked by a bitch we all like to call Hoover, he’s glaring at Raine. She pretends not to notice the threesome taking place four feet from where she’s wiping down the bar. Country is seated at the bar, too. When is he not? He’s prattling on about his fucking chickens or some shit, and he’s too deaf, dumb and fucking blind to notice the threesome taking place a few feet away.

Raine’s not, though. Try as she might, she’s completely embarrassed. Her cheeks are beet-red, and every time Grim grunts she flushes a deeper shade of scarlet.Jesus, it’s like watching a fuckin’ day-time soap, only with more bodily fluids. Stupid arseholes, every one of them. I turn and walk down the opposite hall, toward my room. Standing in front of my door, I fish the key out of my pocket and slide it in the lock. I spare a brief glance at Kick’s room, beside mine. His door is closed, but he’s not there. He’s holding that bitch we found in the warehouse hostage up at Prez’s cabin. On any normal day at the clubhouse, I’d find myself wandering into his room looking for Ivy. She was always in there. Hell, she basically lived with Kick. Kept a bag full of all her stuff in his cupboard. Her drugs, too.

I hated seeing him with her, but it’s not like I had another choice. I might have seen it differently, but Ivy belonged to everyone. Not me. In her mind, she belonged to Kick. In the minds of the rest of my club brothers, she was fair game as long as she was up for a good time and a quick fuck. But none of those fuckers cared about her. Not a single one cared enough to help get her straight.

I open my door and push inside. I don’t shut it behind me because I’m not staying long enough for it to really make a difference. I head to the bedside table and rummage around in the drawer, grasping for the other burner phone I keep stashed away in a compartment under the bedside table. The one I keep for situations that have nothing to do with club business.

I locate it and pull it out, and then I glance up and see Brooke standing in the doorway.

Shit. Guess I’ll be finding myself a new hiding spot.

Brooke’s tall, blond, and skinnier than a crack whore. We’ve gone at it like rabbits a few times, and Brooke comes harder than any female I’ve ever fucked. She’s a sweet kid, she’s just not … well, Ivy.

She leans in the doorway with a soft smile on her face. “Tank?”

“What’s up, babe?”

“I was just wondering how Ivy is?” she asks, as she enters the room and sits down beside me on the edge of the bed.

“She’s doin’ okay. It’s been tough. Real fuckin’ tough, but she’s getting there,” I say, a little impatiently. I wanted to get this out of the way while I was here instead of bringing the burner back to the cabin, but I guess it can wait until tomorrow. Besides, if that fucker winds up dead the day Prez tells me to put a fucking lid on any ideas I may have had about offing him, I’m going to have one seriously pissed off Prez gunning for my arse.

“Oh, okay … good,” she says, and I feel like a heartless fuck because I know she can sense my irritation. She stands, looking down at me with pursed lips and a pinched brow. “Well, I’ll let you get back to it then. Tell her the girls said hi, and that we miss her.”

“Hey.” I reach out and encircle her wrist before she can leave. “There somethin’ else you wanna tell me?”

“Nope,” she says, with a plastered on fake smile. “All good here.”

“Bullshit,” I say, and pull her down on the bed. She falls mostly into my lap. Brooke looks up at me with these soft blue doe eyes and leans in for a kiss. Her lips crash down on mine, and her tongue thrusts into my mouth. I don’t kiss her back and after a moment her hand flies to my cock and she gently squeezes. I slide my hands into her hair and gently pull away. I meet her gaze evenly, but my brow is arched because being this forward isn’t like Brooke at all. I know she’s a club whore, and she’s damn good with her mouth and those tiny hands of hers, but normally she waits for someone else to make the first move.

Her eyes are big and pleading, and …fuck me, is she crying?“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, darlin’,” I say, letting her curl into me and wrapping my arms around her because I’m not a total arsehole.

“It’s true, isn’t it?”

“What?”

She looks up at me and pouts a little. “That you’ve made Ivy your old lady?”

“Well, that’s up to her I guess, but yeah, I’ve staked my claim.”

“She’s a lucky girl.”

“What’s goin’ on, Brooke? You seem kinda shaken up.”

“I spent the morning with One Eye. He’s ah … a little rougher than usual these days and I thought being with a real man, you know, a man who doesn’t hurt women … well, I thought that … never mind. It’s not important.” She shifts in my lap as if she’s about to get up and scurry away like a frightened little field mouse, but I hold her firmly to me. With my free hand, I grab her chin and tilt her head to the side, and then back and forth to see all the angles of her face. I don’t see any bruises.

“He hurt you?”

She places her small hand over mine and wriggles out of my grasp. She stands and pulls up her skirt all the way until her panties are revealed. At first, I wonder what the fuck she’s doing, testing my willpower after I just told her no, but then I see the purple marks covering her upper thighs.

“Jesus, fuck. One Eye did that to you?” I have to ask because it seems like more of a Kick thing to bruise and punish. I don’t trust One Eye, especially when it comes to my boy. He knows something about my past or Kick’s, or maybe he just suspects. Either way, the fucker can’t be trusted, and now this? “I’m gonna kill him.”

“No, don’t say anything. Please. I just … well, I guess now that Ivy’s gone, the boys who like to play rough don’t understand that we’re not all into being choked and beaten the way she is.”

Ouch. That stung like a motherfucker. Not that I wasn’t aware of Ivy’s penchant for taking it rough, but I still don’t like the thought of any of them having her, much less some fat fuck who thinks it’s okay to beat her. I’m going to deliver a whole world of pain to that dumb fuck when I see him next.

“I’ll sort him out, babe, but the next time he tries that shit, you tell Prez, you got me?”

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