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“Who hurt her?” I ask as I start moving, ready to kill someone before he’s even answered me.
Fuck. I knew I should’ve put a property cut on her, but I didn’t want to draw any extra attention to her until after we’d handled the DOS threat. I couldn’t risk her safety and now someone has—
“More like who issheabout to hurt.”
I stop and turn to face him, letting his words register.
“What?”
He keeps moving, I catch up.
“Apparently, Chris needs us to help him stopourladies from knocking out some chick you dipped once and her friends. Chelsea?”
I can’t cover the hundred feet I am from her fast enough.
The irony isn’t lost on me. I worried the whole fucking time I was gone that someone was gonna try to hurt her, and instead, she’s the loose cannon—the loose cannon I just gave a knife to.
Chapter 49
Brinley
I’ve never been the jealous type. Evan worked with tons of women. I was always pleasant when I saw them, baked them cookies at Christmas and remembered their birthdays. I never once worried that he thought about women other than me.
Gabriel has been in my life for less than two months and watching Chelsea make her way around the small group of us sitting at the fire pit, passing shots out one by one, flirting with the men, and kissing the women on the cheek, makes me want to smack that showy little smirk right off her face.
Chelsea is the type of woman you just know is the life of the party all the time. She’s obnoxious and wants every ounce of attention on her. She’s the type of woman I would’ve expected someone like Gabriel to be with—unafraid and confident. Her wild brunette hair falls over her shoulders and her tits are so perfect in her cherry red tank that they’d make the Playmate of the Year drool. She instantly commands the attention of every man here and seeing her this time feels different.
Last time I had to face her, I hadn’t had Gabriel inside me. I didn’t know him. Our connection, although strong, was nowhere near what it is now. I didn’t have a real claim on him.
Now? I hate that he slept with this woman.
“Breathe, babe.” Layla grins beside me. “Don’t ever let them see you sweat. They circle in like vultures over a corpse. Trust me.”
I nod and vow to hold my tongue.
Chelsea stops dead in front of us. “Wow… Sandra Dee. Hot makeover. Definitely an improvement.” She winks with a coy little grin that I want to wipe off of her perfectly made-up face.
She puts a hand on her hip and thrusts the shots forward. I shake my head no with a fake smile. I want one but I wouldn’t take it from her. Chelsea laughs, takes two of her own and sets the tray down on the table behind us. I silently hope that’s the end of her but of course, she goes ahead and plops herself down between Layla and Chantel. I look around to see where Amber went and why she had to leave that damn seat open.
“God, there are not enough available men here. Since when do all these rough and tumble bikers bring their ol’ ladies to these things?” she asks Chantel.
Chantel laughs. “Gotta start going for the younger ones, I guess. All the older ones decide it’s time to settle down or something once they hit their mid-thirties,” Chantel says, sipping her own shot.
Chelsea pulls a pencil case type bag out of her purse and opens it, removing rolling papers and a little baggy of what I assume is weed. I have no real idea because I’ve never smoked it. Chelsea is clearly an expert. She flattens her rolling paper out and adds the perfect amount of weed, rolling it and licking the side to seal it. She makes short work of firing it up and inhalingdeeply. She holds her inhale for a few moments, letting the smoke settle in her lungs before she turns to me, exhaling it in my direction, then passing it to Chantel who happily takes it.
I wrinkle my nose. I smell it on Gabriel sometimes when he comes home from being in the clubhouse.
Layla chatters away to me as Chantel takes a few puffs and passes it back to Chelsea, who offers it to me. I shake my head no.
She laughs. “It’s easy to dress the part isn’t it, Sandra?”
My nails bite into my palm.
“Don’t,” Layla says in my ear.
I clench tight. I have no idea what it is about this woman that gets under my skin so much.
“I just prefer to keep my teeth white and my skin looking young is all.” I smile sweetly.
