Page 28 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“There’s nothing wrong with him. Accept him for who he is or get the fuck out,” Rave barks, a low, guttural, warning growl escaping my lips in response. I take a step forward, cracking my neck to the side as I look at him. Rave has been with the club for a long-ass time, having grown up here way before I showed up. He’s always been the one to show a little more mouth, a little more rebellion against the rules. But I’ve looked past his rough exterior, chalking it up to jealousy and dislike for me rather than the club. I just need him to respect me when push comes to shove, and because his loyalty to the club goes deep, I deal with it. Not this time.
“Rave. Talk to her like that again, and I’ll cut out your fucking tongue.” Rave doesn’t back down, standing with his arms crossed like he didn’t just disrespect my woman, in return disrespecting me. A woman who has no goddamn idea thatshe’s mine. A woman I haven’t claimed in front of the club. I’m fucking all of this up.
“No,Prez,” she says with a bite, “it’s fine. Let him talk; he can find out what happens when silly little boys run their mouths. Malice, I meant nothing by it. I apologize if it was offensive; it wasn’t my intention.”
“You think I’m scared of little girls with a bad attitude? Honey, I can handle you.” What a dumbass. Rave should know better, but I keep my mouth shut, instead taking a step back and leaning against the wall, crossing my arms over my cut. Sin laughs, not bothering to hold back his amusement.
“Yeah? Such a pretty boy you are. How about you not talk to me like that again? You don’t know me. I meant no harm to him,” she says the words as she takes confident steps in Rave’s direction. He seems too distracted by her to even notice. A fucking viper in our midst, poised and ready to attack.
“Pretty boy, huh? Prez, this one’s got a mouth on her!” he hollers. And then it happens, a right hook that flies hard and fast, slamming into the side of Rave’s face. He stumbles back, hand flying up to his face as he mutters curses. The space erupts in laughter.
“Okay, okay,” Rave says as he lifts his hands outward in surrender. “I won’t fuck with you.”
“Goddamn, you’re incredible, woman,” I tell her with a proud smile.
“Can I hit him?” Malice asks, bouncing from toe to toe, his large, dark eyes wild, hair falling into his face.
“Mal, I’ve been on the receiving end of your shit, and I don’t want to be again. I was defending you, you dumb fucker.”
“Yeah, but I stabbed you before, now I want to punch you. Saige got to.”
“What the fuck is happening right now?” Rave asks as he shakes his head, snatching a donut from one of the boxes and retreating.
“Welcome to the clubhouse, baby,” I whisper against her ear.
“As much as I love this little party, we’re in the middle of talking,” Sin says, putting an end to all the wild bullshit.
“No, you’re right. Fill me in, Wrath.”
“I’m not finding any credible threats against us, Prez, but we need to be vigilant. Something doesn’t feel right. Like whoever it is, they’re close—waiting to strike. We can’t slip up and give him an opening. Another body popped up out in the middle of nowhere, in bad condition; it’s clear his bike wrecked before he was killed.”
“Who are you talking about?” Saige interrupts as she picks a piece of muffin top off and slips it between her lips. Fuck, even that is sexy.
“There’s someone out there taking out club members. Slitting their throats and then leaving a brand on their chests. We don’t understand why, and there don’t seem to be any clues as to how he picks his victims.”
“Ahh,” she says as she swallows. “Has anyone here been taken out?” I cock my head at her question, trying to judge if it’s out of concern or hope. Probably the latter.
“No. We’re trying to keep it that way.”
“Alright. That’s enough chitchat in front of the outsider, Prez. We can finish this conversation in church,” Sin demands.I let it slide because I know he’s not wrong. I shouldn’t have a loose tongue in front of her, especially because I still don’t understand her, and she hasn’t opened up to me.
“You know what that means for you, don’t you, baby?”
“You’re cuffing me back in the room?”
“Look at you, catching on.”
“It’s your funeral, Camden, I’m just gonna fight you on it.”
“I’m counting on it. Now finish your muffin and get your ass in the bedroom.”
“Fuck you!” The room erupts in amused ‘oos’ and that just fans the fire inside me.
“Looks like you’re done now,” I tell her, moving quickly to pick her up by the waist and toss her over my shoulder. Just like I expected, Saige thrashes, throwing punches into my back, trying her hardest to kick. Once we’re back inside my bedroom, I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces. I flick the lock behind me, my eyes trained on her as she brushes her hair from her face.
“I wasn’t done eating, fuckface!”
“Maybe you should listen next time I tell you to do something, huh?
