Page 63 of Demons in My Bed
Chapter seventeen
Ifistedmyhands,trying to chill the fuck out. I was beyond pissed. After Palmer had kicked that chick’s ass, I saw her talking to Rhodes, so I figured I would use that opportunity to do a little recon. It wasn’t easy for me to go unnoticed, but the fact that I didn’t speak a lot made people feel safer to talk with me in listening distance.
I wasn’t deaf. Hell, I wasn’t even mute. I just didn’t see the point in talking to the majority of fucking idiots that plagued the realms.
It seemed I got lucky when a group of people from Scorpio’s crew started talking about the group of members who went out the other night and didn’t return. Standing against the wall, I pressed myself into the corner, letting the lighting hide me. Dark shadows fell over my body, making this the last place anyone would be looking. Especially with all the skin on display around the place... I made a mental note to get Palmer out of here before the night devolved into a massive orgy. It’d happened before. Scratch that—it happened every fucking time.
What did it matter though? Maybe she’d want to stay and fuck around. As soon as the thought crossed my mind, I pictured all of these fuckers eyeing her body as I bounced her on my cock, and a snarl built in my throat. Gods, she’d looked so sexy this morning, stuffed full of me. The way she’d fucking gripped me was one for the record books.
“I don’t know, they’re definitely up to something. Shipments aren’t the usual shit.”
That snapped me out of my flashback. My gaze locked on a young dude, probably sixteen at most. Fuckin’ new bloods, always running their mouths. I stepped out from my dark corner, and the kid spotted me right away, his eyes getting comically large. I didn’t say a word; I didn’t have to. With my arms at my sides, I was able to just run my fingertips over the blades strapped to my thighs.
“Fuck,” the kid cursed, all color draining from his face. His friends looked like they were seconds away from shitting themselves. Wouldn’t surprise me in the least. Stranger things had happened.
I memorized his face, deciding I’d hunt him down later tonight when things were a little more chaotic. He’d think he was safe by then, and he’d probably be tipsy as fuck. Perfect.
Flashing a smile at him that was a thousand percent more demonic than human, I walked straight through their group toward him, as though I was going to flatten the little bitch. He actually let out a squeak, and at the last second, I side-stepped him, narrowly missing him.
I could hear their gasps of relief and shock over what had just happened, and I rolled my shoulders and cracked my neck. Sometimes it was too easy.
Making my way through the fray, I headed back to the bar, only to see that Palmer was no longer sitting where she’d been when I left. Rhodes, however, was pounding whiskey. That shit didn’t even get us drunk. I stormed over to him, scanning the crowd in search of my little doll.
“Where is she?” I barked, jabbing him in the ribs.
“Ow, what the fuck?” He turned to me with an unreadable expression. “The crazy witch ran off somewhere. I’m not her fuckin’ keeper.”
My blood heated to boiling in the blink of an eye. “What did you just say?” I couldn’t have stopped the growl in my voice if I tried. As it was, I was having a time trying to keep my damn demon under control.
“She’s crazy, Misha. I don’t know how else to say it. I didn’t trust her before, but she is honestly certifiable. She’s fighting tonight—did you know that was her plan?” My brow furrowed, and Rhodes let out a sardonic laugh. “Oh yeah, and guess who she’s going up against?” He lifted his whiskey and downed the entire thing.
“Over my dead body!” I boomed, scaring the people in our direct vicinity.
“Good luck convincing her otherwise. She wouldn’t take no for an answer.”
I got in his face. “You are not fighting her. You are not touching her.”
“You know the rules, man. You get in the ring? You fight. I’ll go easy on her, how about that?”
The urge to punch him in his handsome face was strong. So strong. But if I did and knocked him out—which I would—then a new opponent would be selected for Palmer. It could be anyone. And after she’d publicly claimed us, all the gangs knew she was ours. They’d love a chance to throw their best fighter in there to fuck with her. If that happened, this would be the last fight night because I would literally tear this place apart with my bare hands.
Looking out again, hoping to spot her, I saw something else interesting. Her friend from the other night was trying to break up some kind of altercation between a group of people before it got into illegal fight territory. Still no sign of Palmer. I was two seconds away from climbing up on the bar when the PA system came on, announcing Rhodes’s fight.
He gave me a serious look and slapped a hundred down on the bar before saluting me and heading for the ring. I followed. “I’m fucking serious, Rhodes. Don’t fuck with me.”
He spun around, getting up in my space now with a sneer. “You’re all so deep in this bitch’s pussy you might as well live there. Andyounearly knotted her!” he hissed at Talon, earning a snarl in response. “You all look like fucking fools, Misha. We’re The Exiled. We’re not the kind of men who can be kept.” His eyes trailed down my body and back up. “You know this. Why are you doing this to yourself? She isn’t gonna stay.”
His words were venomous, and I felt the poison hit me like a punch to the gut. “You don’t know that,” I replied lamely.
Rhodes laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t I? She knows what we are,” he whispered. “She won’t stay. It’ll end up being too much. We’ll end up being too much.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You’re wrong. She accepts me like this.”
“Keep telling yourself that, big guy. At the end of the day, we have each other and that’s it. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a fight.” The asshole walked away, looking like a god with the way people were carrying on about him. He might act like he didn’t like the attention, but I knew his egotistical ass loved it.
A flash of dark hair caught my attention, and I spotted Palmer darting through the crowd, heading for the ring.Oh, little doll, you’ve been such a bad, bad girl.
She broke through the crowd and was one step away from launching herself up into the ring when I snatched her around the waist. My blood pounded in my ears, and I desperately tried to get control of myself. “Where the hell did you go?”
