Page 3 of Bully's Darkness
“Now you’re the President, you get pick of the girls,” she tells me, arching a brow. “Not that you didn’t already.”
I scoff. “My old lady might have something to say about that.”
She smirks. “We both know the girls are discreet.” She places the bottle of whiskey down and whistles, gaining the club whores’ attention. “Gather here,” she orders, and they assemble quickly, like they’ve practised this a million times. The women stand side by side, their bodies on show, covered by either skimpy outfits or sexy underwear. “I’m sure you remember Stiletto,” says Poison, and Stiletto steps forward, biting on her bright red lower lip as she runs her eyes over me with a playful smirk.
“Next up is Poodle. She’s new here.” The blonde smiles seductively, popping a button on her already too tight top so it springs open to reveal her pushed-up cleavage.
“Karma’s been here about a year,” says Poison as the next woman steps forward. “She’s popular amongst the guys, but her priority will always be you, of course.” The last woman steps forward, and I run my eyes over her red lace underwear. Her nipples are visible, and my cock twitches to life. It’s been too long, and having these women around, knowing I just have to say the word, is tempting.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” yells a female voice I know so well, it’s engrained in my brain even if I haven’t heard it for five years.
I glance to my left and see Bria marching towards me.Fuck. “Bitches, you better make yourselves disappear before I unleash my claws,” she adds, and Poison gives a nod. They rush off, and that’s when I see her. Olivia.My Liv.
I stand, ignoring Bria and moving towards my old lady. Our eyes are locked, and the rest of the room fades away until it’s just me and her, the way it was always supposed to be. And suddenly, I can breathe easy again.
Chapter Two
Olivia
I don’t want to nag. I’ve never been a nagger. My mum was terrible for it, always on my dad until he couldn’t take any more and left us, never to be seen again. I think that’s why I refuse to be like her. The fear of losing someone I love keeps me quiet. But as my eyes fix on Bully, I have an overwhelming need to punch him right in the face.
His smile is wide, his dimples showing. He knows what he’s doing, trying to soften me with those blue eyes and his cheeky boy grin. But I refuse to let him worm his way out of this. “I waited,” I say, stopping just out of his reach. “All day.” I cross my arms over my chest, and he stuffs his in his pockets, probably to stop himself from grabbing me. “I watched men leaving, embracing their loved ones.” Fuck knows if he touches me, I’ll give in, and Bria would blow a gasket. “You didn’t even call me.”
I swore all the way over here that I would give him shit. She’s right, I have to set expectations now. I feel Bria’s appraising eyes on me, her smile smug as Bully’s eyes beg me to forgive him.
I glance around, noting some of the other brothers watching our exchange with amusement. Because that’s all I am to this club, a joke. “And I come here to find you, what . . .” I look to where Poison stands behind the bar, pretending to be busy when she’s really listening in, “choosing a whore?” The words hurt my heart, and my voice cracks slightly with emotion.
“Shit, no, Liv, of course, I wasn’t,” he rushes to say, his hands breaking free from the constraints of his pockets.
I step back again, shaking my head. “You promised me things would change.”
“Let’s go into my office and I can explain.”
I narrow my eyes. “Youroffice?” I repeat.
He winces. “A lot has happened since Tony passed.”
I press my lips into a fine line. “Tell me you’re not taking over.”
Taz steps up behind Bully, slapping him on the back. “Come on, Liv, it’s a time to celebrate. No hard feelings. Let’s move forward.”
I scoff, unable to stop the tears from filling my eyes. “Thanks, but I’ll pass.” I turn towards the exit, keeping my head down to avoid everyone’s prying eyes. Bria rushes after me, falling into step beside me, and as we break out into the cool evening air, a sob escapes me. “Don’t cry, Livvy,” she whispers. “Don’t let him see you cry.”
I give a stiff nod, picking up my pace. “Give me the keys,” I mutter, holding out my hand.
“Are you okay to drive?”
“Just give me the keys,” I snap, and she pulls them from her pocket and holds them to me. A hand comes between us, snatching them, and I spin on my heel to face Bully.
“You’re not leaving until we’ve talked,” he says firmly.
“The fuck we’re not,” yells Bria, grabbing my hand and tugging me towards the gate. “We’ll call a taxi.”
“Liv,” he growls, and I shudder at the tone of his voice.
“Ignore him,” hisses Bria.
“Liv,” he bellows, more sharply this time. “Don’t you dare walk away from me.”
