Page 58 of Demons in My Bed
The others at the bar were already whispering and pointing at this bitch’s display. She stepped back and smiled, telling him she’d be right back.
Talon turned to find me glaring at him. “What? Steph is getting the drinks, it’ll just be a second.”
I nodded. Idiot was clueless. It was fine.He isn’t yours. That’s ridiculous.So why was I watching Steph’s every move as she poured the drinks? Why did I want to climb over the bar and smash a bottle over her head every time she looked in his direction?
Talon and Misha were talking about something, but I was zoned out. All I saw was red. Blood red. Until I sawhim. Just sitting there casually, down the end of the bar top—the ghost from the bathroom. He lifted a hand and waved at me before his eyes shifted to where Talon had been. He frowned, and my gaze snapped over just in time to see Steph put a shot glass between her fucking tits and make a come hither motion with her finger.
Oh hell fucking no.
I pushed my way next to Talon at the bar. Steph glared at me like she wanted to chop off my head, but Talon glanced over at me and smiled. “Oh hey, Bun-Bun,” he said, opening his arms like I was going to just snuggle on in there like a bug in a rug.
“Oh hey, Talon. Mind getting out of my fuckin’ way?” His brow furrowed as he dropped his arms and made a spot for me between him and Misha.
Before anyone could react, I hopped up on the bar and literally launched myself like a fucking panther at the skanky bitch. She squealed and tried to escape me, but that wasn’t going to happen.
“By the moon, Bunny!” Talon shouted at the same time onlookers started cheering, screams ofcat fightpiercing the air. I didn’t care. This cunt was going to learn right here, right now... along with everyone else.
She hit the ground hard, the liquor nestled in her cleavage spilling all over her as she sucked in gasping breaths, trying to regain the air I’d knocked the fuck out of her.
Reaching down, I took the shot glass out of her titties and snagged a bottle of tequila from a low shelf. I poured myself a shot and downed it just in time for Steph to try to buck me off. Sighing, I tossed the glass over my shoulder, hearing the shatter behind me, which felt strangely like the shattering of my sanity. I lifted the bottle and downed a hefty amount, relishing the burn.
“Get off of me, you crazy bitch!” Steph screamed, flailing her arms at me.
I raised my hand and then swung, connecting with her cheek and sending her face flying to the side. The crowd actually went quiet after that. It tended to happen when people realized there was someone unstable in the ring. Also, slapping a bitch hard enough to knock a layer of makeup off her face did tend to get some fucking respect.
Enraged, she tried to strike back at me, but I grabbed her wrist and twisted just hard enough to let her know that with a little more pressure, I could break it. “Don’t let me catch you trying your whore shit on what belongs to me again, or next time I’ll slice your nipples off and wear them as earrings.”
Oh my fucking gods, did I just say that?I threw my head back and cackled at the mental image.
“Crazy bitch,” Steph muttered, holding her cheek.
“You have no idea. And trust me, you don’t want to.” I hopped up, smoothing down my clothes.
Talon and Misha were standing there, but they were no longer alone. Ash and Felix had now joined them. Tal and Ash had feral grins on their faces while Felix smirked. Mishy looked stone-cold, arms crossed, and I knew at least one of his hands was gripping a dagger.
“Which one is off-limits?!” some chick at the bar yelled, and I narrowed my eyes at her, ready to go another round. She yelped and covered her nipples before ducking down and disappearing from sight. I supposed it was a valid question though, and I looked at these demons who had made me crazy. These monsters who had flipped everything I thought I knew upside down and had me questioning everything.Everything.
“All of them are off-limits!”
The reaction was a mixture of gasps and booing. Some jeers were made about me being a crazy bitch groupie who just wanted to choke on Exiled cock. I memorized that chick’s face for later. On some level, I couldn’t believe I had just attacked that woman like that, but on the other hand, it was honestly as if something inside me had taken over. If I hadn’t intervened when I did, and she put her lips on him? It was scary to admit to myself, but I was pretty sure I might’ve killed her.
I’d just publicly claimed the five leaders of one of the scariest gangs in the country. As far as I knew, no other ‘outsider’ could say they’d ever done the same. It explained the bitter Bettys who were eyeballing me, probably planning my demise.
“Tal?” I looked down to see Steph pouting, holding her cheek as she spoke. “Do you want me to have security remove her?”
I tipped my head back and howled with laughter. “I’d like to see you fuckin’ try.”
Next thing I knew, Talon was hopping the bar and picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. My hands sank into his red hair, and his blue eyes twinkled with desire and mischief.
“I’m harder than an over-toasted slice of bread right now, Bunny,” he purred into my ear and rolled his hips, demonstrating his point.
“I can feel that. If you don’t want murder here tonight though, you better tell all these motherfuckers that you’re mine.”
Tal leaned back, bringing a hand up to fist my hair. “Is that what I am? Yours?” He leaned in and licked my lips, causing them to open on a gasp.
“Aren’t you?” I challenged, darting in and nipping his bottom lip.
Grinning maniacally, Talon spun around so he was facing the crowd. “Exiled dick is off-limits!”
