Page 26 of Jigsaw
She smiled and raised her hand into the air again. The same prospect was immediately at her side as she requested, “Everyone needs a bottle of water, please.”
Without remark, he nodded and turned to walk away, returning with an armful of bottles. Placing one in front of each of us, he looked at Charlie and asked, “Anything else, ma’am?”
“No, thank you.”
He left, and that was when I noticed he was just off to the side, about twenty feet behind us. His eyes were locked on our table, and he didn’t make a move elsewhere. I opened the bottle and took a swallow, and when I placed it down, someone beside me gasped.
“What?” I asked, and Paige stood, trying to block my line of sight with a worried expression on her face. I peered around her and saw some skanky, half-dressed woman standing behind Dean. I looked at the group and asked, “Who’s that?”
Jackie wrinkled her nose as she spoke. “That’s Nicki, a club slut who comes up for the Rally every year.”
“Why is she staring at Dean?” I asked.
“Because she thinks she’s going to turn his head when he’s told her to leave him alone for the last three years,” Jackie explained.
I stood from my chair and looked at the ladies. “What’s the rule about touching someone else’s ol’ man?”
Cheyenne smiled deeply and explained, “He’s your ol’ man and what you say goes. If it was me, I’d knock her ass to theground, but she’s never been stupid enough to even look at Roughstock.”
I clenched and unclenched my hands as she took two steps closer to him. He said something over his shoulder and moved to the side, only for her to mirror his steps. Without taking my eyes off her, I asked, “So, if I punch her in the mouth, I won’t have a problem with the club?”
“Hell no. In fact, if you can get her disgusting ass to stay away, I’m sure the brothers would give you a parade,” Cheyenne remarked. “She’s just nasty, and no one wants to take a turn on the most rode slut in this part of the country.”
I looked at the table and was met with smiles. Charlie added, “Don’t tuck your thumb or it could get broken.”
I nodded to her and walked across the parking lot, shifting and moving though the growing party until I was right behind Nicki. Dean took another step to the side, and she did the same.
“Fuck off, Nicki. I’m not interested,” he said over his shoulder.
I was pissed she was bothering him and not listening to his words, and when she put her hand on him, I saw red. Taking two steps up to her, I put my hand on her shoulder and spun her to face me.
“What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?” Looking down at my shirt, she reached out for the tape, trying to remove it as she said, “There’s no way he claimed you.”
Dean went to say something, but I shook my head at him and stepped into her personal space. “He’s told you multiple times to leave him alone. I’m telling you to stop touching my ol’ man before I make you stop.”
She shoved one hand against my shoulder and sassed, “What are you going to do about it?”
I looked at Dean, whose eyes were wide and his smile feral, then noticed my brother standing off to the side with laughteracross his face. I raised my eyebrows and looked back just in time to see that dirty slut try to slap me. I caught her wrist, and her eyes grew wide as I flung it down to her side.
Balling my fist, I drew back and punched her straight in the face. Blood poured from her nose as she collapsed onto the ground. She looked up at me as I leaned down and spoke with a deadly tone I’d never heard from myself before.
“If you ever lay a hand on my ol’ man again, I will bury you up to your neck in shit and run over your face with my bike.” She tried to scurry back, but I gripped onto her shirt and yanked her up from the ground. After taking a handful of her shit-brown hair, I held her up in front of Dean as I ordered, “Apologize to him.”
“I’m . . . I’m sorry. It . . . it won’t happen again.,” she cried, and I released her hair with a push away from me.
Dean’s eyes were feral as the gathered crowd began to hoot and cheer. He took one step to me, and when he leaned over and placed his shoulder against my stomach and stood up, lifting me over his shoulder, I screeched. Cheers erupted as he marched through the crowd and up what I assumed where the front steps of the clubhouse.
On a mission, he moved though the bar and then up a taller set of stairs. When I heard him using a key and then a door opened, I believed we were in his room upstairs, but it wasn’t until he tossed me onto the bed that I knew I was right.
“Get naked. Now,” he demanded as he hung up his cut. I rushed to take my clothes off, dropping them and my shoes onto the floor beside the bed. Dean was practically ripping his clothes off before he turned back to look at me. “Spread your legs.”
I did as he demanded, because that was an ol’ lady’s job.
Chapter 13
Jigsaw
Willow claiming me in front of not only mine and her brothers’ clubs but also the countless other clubs partying with us, had me falling even further in love with her. I never expected her to take a swing on someone, but when Ghost whispered beside me, “Watch this,” I was fascinated by what was about to happen.
