Page 11 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
“Let me guess. I’m supposed be scared and come cuddle with you?” I roll my eyes.
“If I didn’t know your attitude was a defense I would be offended.” He holds his hand over his heart.
I shake my head. “A defense for what?”
“A defense against me. Against what I make you feel. Against what is between us.” With each sentence his voice gets deeper.
I stand up needing to leave the room. Torch catches up with me in the hallway. His hand grabs my arm and spins me toward him. His other hand comes to rest at the back of my neck as he steps forward pushing me against the wall.
“Tell me why? Why do you fight me so much?”
My heartbeat speeds up, because he is so close to me and as much as I hate it I like it. My anxiety rises from the position we are in and the memories it holds.
“Because I don’t want you. You’re like my brother.” I spit it at him, hoping it cuts him enough that he lets me go.
He smiles before his mouth crashes against mine. His tongue forcing its way into my mouth. He puts all the passion he’s been holding into me and it takes my breath away. My hands grip his T-shirt, and I thank God that the wall is behind me to hold me up. He is coaxing me, his tongue stroking my mouth, eliciting a moan I didn’t know would escape.
“That feel like your fucking brother?”
His phone rings breaking the silence of the hallway and making both of us jump.
“Shit.” He releases me and digs it out of his pocket. “We are not done.” He points at me before walking toward the front door and answering the phone.
Yes, we are.
We have to be.
That felt too good for me to let it happen again.
Chapter Seven
Torch
I get off the phone with Whip and head inside to find that Tracie isn’t there anymore. Of course not. As much as I wanted to I couldn’t ignore my phone. With everything that’s going on right now it could be important. I flip open and closed the silver lighter in my hand. Watching the flame appear then putting it out each time. Controlling the uncontrollable. It’s amazing the fear I still feel every time I see a flame. The way it forms a pit in my stomach but the excitement I get when it’s my hand that starts or stops it. I can still hear them when I close my eyes. The way they screamed. The blackness that could swallow you whole if you let it. A cold breeze catches me, jolting me out of my own head.
I shut the door making sure it’s locked. There has been buzz of a new MC that’s been forming. Stupid motherfuckers who watched too much goddamn TV and now they think they’re badasses. They’ve been hitting different spots around town, no doubt trying to build up their bank and give them something to work with. Problem is everyone we talk to has no idea who they are. They call themselves the Black Ghosts and that’s just what they are, fucking ghosts. The other places they hit were identical to what happened at the club. We know that it’s them and now they’ll pay.
We will eventually find them, but guys like this can be dangerous. They want to make a name for themselves and to do that they think they need some sort of big act. Something to show the other clubs not to mess with them. That’s the biggest reason none of us will leave the girls alone. They all think it’s just because of the break in, that’s just because we can’t tell them this other shit.
Twisted took Nikki away but is also having a late night meeting with a few other VPs at that hotel. It will be in the middle of the night and hopefully Nikki doesn’t catch him sneaking out or in because she’ll probably beat his ass.
I knew once Twisted told me the plan for tonight that I would try to get Tracie to see how things could be. That if she would just stop pushing me away we could be amazing.
Kissing her tonight gave me a taste and now I’m ravenous.
I need her and I can’t take no for an answer anymore. I’m going to get her to tell me why she is so intent on keeping ten feet between us. This game has been going on for years now, and it’s getting old. I’ve been giving her the space she needed, it hasn’t worked. I’ve let her see how none of these other guys she busies herself with can do anything for her, it hasn’t worked either.
I watch one of the prospects flirting with Tracie and my blood starts to boil. If he lays one finger on her I swear to God I’ll rip his damn hands off. She is laughing and leaning into him, and then she glances over at me. A smile crosses her face. She’s trying to make me jealous. “Jones!” I yell and the prospect quickly runs toward me and away from Tracie. He stands in front of me waiting for orders. “You ever talk to her again and patching in won’t be a possibility because I’ll have your ass buried six feet under within minutes.”
His eyes grow wide as he gives me a nod and walks away.
“What the hell?” Tracie comes stomping over to me.
“Just making sure the prospects know their place.” I shrug.
“It’s not your place to scare off guys I talk to! We aren’t together.”
I grab her arm pulling her close to me. “Yet. We aren’t together yet. That shit will change.”
