Page 52 of Hell on an Angel
“He has me now.”
Zoe laughed at the naïve girl. “You don’t know how to keep a man like Cree, little girl. He likes a seasoned woman.”
“You mean a whore like you?” Kennedy calculated how fast Zoe would lose her cool. She was off by half a second when the slap hit her face.
That’s when everything she’d been through slammed into Kennedy, and she launched herself at Zoe, who wasn’t ready for the hell cat that Kennedy Daily kept hidden.
Rearing back, she punched Zoe in the face, knocking her to the ground. Kennedy straddled Zoe’s waist, hitting her again before Zoe rolled them over. It didn’t keep Kennedy from having the upper hand. Shoving at the woman’s chest, she pushed Zoe back enough that she was able to lock her feet around Zoe’s shoulders and roll them back over. Kennedy twisted her hand in Zoe’s long, bleach-blonde hair and held her in place while she slapped her across the face.
“What the fuck?” Cree shouted. Running down the hall, he tried to get his hands on Kennedy, but Zoe’s kicking and struggling kept him from being able to grab her. He saw his opening and managed to grab Kennedy by the waist, only to get elbowed in the face when she fought his grip.
Commotion behind him meant the other brothers had come to see what was happening for themselves.
Diving back into the fray, he snatched Kennedy off Zoe kicking and swinging. “Stop, iskwew,” he shouted at her.
When Zoe got up, she came at them, but Cree spun Kennedy around out of the woman’s reach. Seeing Teller, he yelled to the man, “Teller, get your ol’ lady under control.”
As if someone put on the brakes, everything except Kennedy stopped. The look on Teller’s face said it all—Zoe had lied the night before, keeping any idea of him or Eros from her bed. Not that Cree even thought of the blonde in that way, but Eros might have entertained the idea.
Kennedy shoved the heavy fall of hair from her face. When Zoe tried getting around them, Kennedy kicked her in the hip, sending the bitch tumbling backward. “I said to fucking stop, Kennedy, so stop,” Cree shouted over the two women screaming at one another.
“Hey, don’t yell at my fucking sister,” Player yelled at Cree as he pushed through the small group of brothers blocking the hallway.
And that was how the brother and sister saw each other for the first time in twenty-two years, Kennedy looking like a screaming banshee and Player like a pissed-off biker, Cree thought. “You pipe down and stay right where you are, Player.”
“Fuck you, Cree. That’s my sister you’re manhandling.”
“Yeah, and she’s my ol’ lady. That trumps her being your sister.”
“You think so, asshole?”
Everything was shut down when Teller let out a shrill whistle. “Everyone except Zoe and Kennedy in the main room now!”
Cree ignored Teller’s order as he kept Kennedy in his grasp. He knew if he let her down, she’d go after Zoe again. No doubt the blonde bitch deserved it, but allowing Kennedy to take swipes at her wouldn’t earn either of them points with the chapter President.
“Cree.”
“No can do, Prez. If I let Kennedy down, she’ll be on Zoe like stink on shit.” He saw the look and knew what it meant. Needing to appease Teller so there wouldn’t be any repercussions, he asked the question everyone wanted an answer to. “Kennedy, what happened?”
“That fucking whore opened her fucking mouth is what happened.”
“What did I say about you using that word?”
“Oh, get over it.”
Cree saw Teller hide a smile, and it pissed him off. Turning around, still holding onto Kennedy, he kicked the bedroom door open, stormed inside, then slammed it shut. He didn’t stop until he was at the bed, where he dropped down and turned her over his knees so fast, she yelped. One, two, three hard swats landed on her ass in repetition, making her swear more. Cree swatted her ass again. “I can do this all damn day, iskwew.”
Kennedy was furious that Cree had just treated her like a child and let Zoe walk off. “Let me up!”
“Are you gonna keep swearing?”
“Maybe.”
“Iskwew.”
She sniffled. “You picked her side.”
“What?”
