Page 31 of Romeo
My Brothers are shooting; it’s chaos. I see Diablo and Fiend grab Thomas. I know that that fucker is going to the fucking pit.
“Baby, let’s get gone,” I say.
I signal to Diablo that I’m taking her. He lifts his chin.
Thirteen
Cherry
“Baby, my side hurts,” I moan as Romeo helps me into the cage passenger seat.
“Baby, I’m sorry that that crazy bitch did this to you,” Romeo says, pulling up my shirt.
He touches my side slowly, and I whimper.
“It hurts,” I say, slowly inhaling.
“You have two cracked ribs. When in the hell did you get hurt,” Romeo hisses, gathering his brows.
“Rosie thorn, she pulled my hair when we were inside the car after she put on the plastic ties. The man was pointing a gun at me; I couldn’t stop them from grabbing me or tying me up.
Fuck!
Then that bitch pushed me onto the floor, kicked me in the side several times, and on my head. I tried to roll up to limit the damage. I feel that my entire body is a huge ache. So, she musthave kicked me all over! Fucking bitch! I swear that I’m going after her after my ribs heal,” I whimper as I shift in the seat.
“Baby, let me help you with the seatbelt. We’ll be at the clubhouse in a few, and Slash will check you out,” Romeo says, kissing me softly.
Slash, a Satan’s Warrior, was in the military as a doctor, so he takes care of the MC. Yeah, Pixie’s crush.
“Okay,” I sniffle, closing my eyes.
I can’t fucking believe that that bitch beat me again, and I couldn’t defend myself since I was tied up.
Fucking hell!
I can kick her ass, hell, I can kill her. I have the skills to do so. She had the fucking switchblade to cut me up.
Stupid bitch.
I’m going to go after her sooner than she thinks. She has the crazy idea that Romeo is hers. I know that’s bullshit unless I don’t know something.
Fuck!
I grind my molars and look at Romeo. This best be a crazy thought.
“Kevin, did you fuck Rose,” I ask, glaring at him.
He glances at me and turns away to pull into the clubhouse driveway.
“Ah, yes, we messed around when I was a freshman. You were still in junior high. But it was only once,” Romeo says, in an even low tone.
“You motherfucker! You should have told me,” I yell, pushing up from the seat.
A sharp pain radiates through my body. I hold my side and turn to glare at him.
“Fuck,” I yell.
“Cherry, you know it didn’t mean anything. I wanted to know how it felt, and Dad said not to fuck the club whores,” Romeo hums, pulling into the parking spot.
