Page 16 of Reckless
Chapter Seven
Wrench
My phone buzzes and I look down at it.
Izzy:I shouldn't even be doing this, but her wide eyes really got to me. The girl you had with you the other night was here waiting for you and Brick just led her back to the rooms.
Rage fills my entire body. Fucking asshole. I was just talking to that prick about Carly yesterday. He knows what the deal is.
"Tracker, we almost done with this shit? I gotta roll." Pres sent us to pick up some information from a snitch. It's all-hands-on-deck trying to figure out who's been hitting our shipments.
"Yeah, got everything we'll be able to from him. What's got your panties in a fucking bunch?" He laughs as he climbs on his bike.
I don't even bother replying to him as I pull onto the street and race back to the club. We're almost an hour away, but I'm determined to cut that time in half. I know that's still too long though and thinking about Brick being with my girl has lightning shooting through every inch of me.
I fucking told Carly to stay away from the club unless she was with me. I can't protect her from my brothers. Not that I should have to. I made a pretty clear statement this morning that she was with me and off-limits even if I couldn't claim her.
We’re all gathered at church listening to the plans Pres has to try and catch whatever dickheads keep hitting our shipments. “Anyone else have business they need to be brought to the table?
I raise my hand, and he nods in my direction. "Just to let everyone know, the new girl Cece, her real name is Carly, and we have history. Club rules say I can't claim her but just know she's fucking mine. Should have been a long damn time ago."
Pres stands up and his eyes narrow in on me. "I already told you that ain't the way shit works around here. She's an old lady, or she isn't. Point. Fucking. Blank." He starts to sit back down but pauses halfway. "And if you're still confused, let me clear it up. She ain't a goddamn old lady. I don't want to hear anything else about this shit and don't let me catch you acting like a fucking teenager starting fights and shit. You need to think about whether this club whore is worth your fucking patch."
I open my mouth to reply but Brick's hand lays on my arm, and he shakes his head. I know he's right, but he doesn't get it.
Guess that prick wasn’t listening either. He’s one of the guys I think of as more than just my club family but my real family.
Brick and I joined the club as prospects together. We got our cuts together, he's been through a whole bunch of shit with me, so the fact that this shit is going down with him has me seeing fucking red.
The hour drive turns into twenty minutes, and I hop off my bike so fast it crashes to the ground, and I couldn't give a fuck about it. I race toward the door and Tracker grabs my arm.
“What the fuck, brother? You need to calm down. You cannot go in there like this. Pres will fucking kill you after this morning.” He lets go of my arm.
I know he’s right but what the hell am I supposed to do?
I walk into the club, and every brothers' eyes are on me. I walk toward the hallway where our rooms are, and Pres steps in front of me. "Remember what the fuck I said to you this morning." He walks away, not even waiting for a reply.
I keep walking and just as I turn the corner, I see Carly walking out of Brick's room. My eyes roam over her, and she doesn't look any less perfect than normal. Her hair is in place; her clothes aren't wrinkled. Either nothing happened, or she cleaned up first. I hope to fucking God it's the first one.
I walk up to her, and she offers me a small smile. When the door opens again, and Brick comes out, the smile on his face reignites the fire I had inside of me coming in here.
“Motherfucker.” I swing at him, hitting the bastard right on the jaw.
Carly yelps and I hear footsteps coming toward us.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Pres’s voice booms behind me.
“This your work, shithead?” Looks at me and then at Brick who is on the floor.
“Nah, I just fell.” Brick stands up, meeting my eyes.
"Get it the fuck together. This isn't fucking high school." Pres walks away, and the crowd that gathered follows him.
I take Carly’s hand and pull her down to my room, locking the door once we’re both inside. “You okay?” I study her body looking for any reason to go out there and beat Brick’s ass some more.
"I'm fine," she says, but I don't know if she's telling me the truth.
I grab her hand, pulling her over to my bed and down onto my lap. “What the fuck happened in that room?” My hand threads through her hair and she winces. “He hurt you?” My muscles go rigid as I wait for her to answer.
