Page 14 of King's Barber
I heaved a sigh and then grinned at him. “My new boy toy. That’s the good thing about being single, Scar, I don’t have to stick to the same ass every day.”
Charley rolled his eyes at me and crossed his arms. Unlike Scar, he was softer in a lot of ways. Prettier. The one time I’d called him that ended up with me getting socked in the gut, though. “Or they have you once and decide they don’t want your shrinky-dink cock again.”
“You’re just jealous you have the same old dick to suck day and night. All you have to do is ask.” I grabbed my package and thrust my hips in his direction, laughing.
Scar growled, his jaw tight, but he didn’t get more than a step in my direction before Charley grabbed his arm and yanked him back.
“Don’t be a dickhead, Barber,” Charley said, shaking his head. “You know Scar could break your teeth.”
“Where’s your bike anyway, mate?” This came from Bishop. He sat on the ground near Scar, Deogie, the stolen dog, lying at his side and Destiny sitting on his lap.
Inwardly I cursed to myself. There was no way of getting out of this, and that prick Quain had known it. I could lie, but if my brothers found out the truth, they’d kick my ass. “She wouldn’t start last night. Got caught in that storm.”
Scar stiffened, his bulging muscles tightening in his arms. “Why wouldn’t she start? I thought I told you to get her checked over.”
“Here’s the thing….”
“For fuck’s sake, Barber, you didn’t get her checked over when I told you to do it?” Scar shook his head and glanced at Charley in disbelief, as though his boyfriend would have the answers.
Charley grinned at him and then me.
“Enough,” King’s gruff voice interrupted, and we all turned our attention on him. “Who was the kid that dropped you off?”
“He’s the one fixing my bike.” I shrugged. “He got me a great deal on a starter. That’s the problem.”
“Couldn’t you have had Scar or Bishop fix it?” Dallas asked, as if I hadn’t thought about that before.
“I got my friend to fix it, Fort Worth.” I winked at him. “This way I might be able to get really close to his dad, if you know what I mean.”
“It’s Dallas,” he muttered, turning his attention away from me as though I wasn’t worth the effort. I didn’t blame him. After what we’d done to him, with Undertaker carving the wordsnakeinto his chest, I wouldn’t have thought we were worth my time, if I was him, either.
“Sure thing, Lubbock.”
“You’re going to run out of Texas city names soon,” Charley said with a laughed.
I chuckled with him. “I’ll never run out. I just need to google new ones every night.”
King sighed and pressed his fingers into his forehead. “Do you have nothing better to do with your time, Barber? You know, like making rotgut that’ll knock someone head over ass.”
“Nah, the uncle’s out of town with Sophie. They went on a small road trip.”
“How is your pretty cousin? I swear she got her looks from her mama, not your ugly side,” Scar said, grinning.
“Hey now, I think I’m pretty.” I slapped my hands over my heart, pouting in his direction.
“As pretty as my asshole.” He snorted at his joke and nudged his boyfriend, but Charley rolled his eyes.
“Is that before or after Charley fucks you? Oh wait, rumors are you don’t let Charley fuck you. You’re not man enough to take one for the team.” I braced myself when his face fell into twisted rage. I knew what he’d do before he did it.
Scar ignored his boyfriend’s frantic tugging on his wrist and charged at me. His shoulder got my gut, and even though I’d braced for him, that didn’t stop the stabbing pain from vibrating through my body by the force of his hit. I crashed to the ground, my back striking something sharp and hard, sending more agony through me. I threw a punch and managed to get him in the cheek, but Scar had a head of stone and it barely fazed him.
“Colton!” Charley’s voice cut through the air, but Scar was intent on slamming his fist into my jaw. A wave of dizziness washed through me, but I reacted instinctively and kept punching until one of my attempts managed to make a noticeable impact, right into his nose. He groaned, falling back onto his ass as blood gushed from his nostrils. Even though my cheeks and jaw throbbed, I shoved myself to my feet and went to jump on top of him to deliver a few more blows.
Some of the blood went flying and landed on a couple of the guys near us. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Dash go pale and knew his reaction was coming before it even happened. He collapsed on the ground immediately, not an uncommon reaction from the big guy, who had an aversion to blood.
Somewhere from my left, I heard one of my brothers—probably Hound—say, “There goes Dash again. Fuck.”
My focus returned to Scar as I continued to punch. He managed to get more strikes in, one landing on my ribs in a way that made a burst of agony rip through me. He got me in the right eye, too, and bursts of lights flashed in my vision, along with more pain, but I still ducked when he came at me again.
