Page 89 of Stitch
Micro smirked, shaking free of the guys holding him.
“It was a simple comment, VP. Wasn’t meant to rile you up, but I’m thinking you’re harbouring resentment after the vote, so why don’t you say what you’re really thinking?”
It wasn’t the place for that, and I wasn’t about to indulge the fucker.
“What I’m really thinking is that if one member of this club so much as looks at my sister, I’m gonna send him up to the doc with his balls in a fucking paper bag. Got it?”Ouch.Why did I go for the balls? It was like I wanted to torture myself, right?
Imeant it though, every fucking word. She wasn’t meant for some biker asshole like me. She was worth a million of these guys. I loved them, but she was gonna be a fucking lawyer, and have a normal, lawful fucking life. Not be some biker’s old lady.
Jesus. I’m denouncing them like they’re worthless, and not good enough for Elise, and yet somehow I think I’m good enough for Camille? She hurried over and dragged me away from the others.
“What’s going on? You upset her, dammit.”
I looked over her shoulder at the empty table.
“Jesus. I didn’t mean to. I just don’t like them talking about her. It’s not right.”
Camille sighed, leading me further away from the others.
“You can’t do the caveman thing with her, Stitch. If she falls for one of your brothers,men you love, by the way, it’s not your place to get in the way of that.”
I turned her around so I could glare at the room in general.
“Which one of them is sniffing around her? You know something, don’t you?”
She rolled her eyes. “No, dammit. What I’m saying is that she makes her own decisions, and who she falls in love with, club member or not, it’s her business.”
“Not one of these guys. Hell no.”
My wife stepped back. “So you’re saying a man like you isn’t good enough for her? Even though you’re good enough for me?”
Well, hell. Now I’m in the shit.
“Babe, I’m not trying to be a dick, it’s just I know the sort of shit these assholes are into, and I don’t want them doing that stuff to my baby sister. Surely you can understand that? Sexual deviance is kinda how we all roll around here. She deserves more.”
“And I don’t?” Fuck me.Someone take this damn shovel off me before I bury myself.
“Babe, you love the deviant shit I do to you. Don’t try and pretend otherwise.” I leaned closer, and that’s when someone yelled my name.
“What!”
Rocket held his hands up.
“Whenever you’re ready, VP.” Oh shit. I apologised, and congratulated Reacher and Ally, and stepped up to our tattooists.
“Who’s sitting where?” Rocket asked, and I smirked, guiding Camille into hisseat and taking Has-Been’s seat for myself. Her glare could have cut glass. She said she barely knew Rocket, but that was how I wanted it. If she was comfy with Has, I wanted his hands nowhere fucking near her.
“Where am I sticking it?” He asked with a smirk, the cheeky fucker.
“You wish. Right here.” I shrugged off my cut, and folded it on my lap, and lifted my t-shirt off. I wanted her name right on my fucking chest where it belonged.
He nodded, and prepped his tattoo gun.
“I was hoping to do Cammy’s actually.”
I reached forward, grabbing a handful of his cut, just about ready to punch his fucking lights out.
“What the actual fuck?”
