Page 7 of Bones
By the time my eyes finally open, the euphoria slowly slipping away, I see Beth standing across the room, hurt marring her beautiful face before she clamps it down, that emptiness that she always used to have back in her eyes as she makes her way over to the bar.
“If you’re done, I’d like a beer.” She yawns, like this whole thing is boring her, no traces of anger or hurt on her face. Barbie bristles as she uses the back of her hand to wipe her spit and my jizz from her chin. Barbie looks her up and down with her lips pursed like Beth is the disgusting one out of the two of them. I grind my teeth, trying to hold back the words that are dying to be let lose.
“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” She sneers, and Beth scowls at her.
“Just get me a fucking drink. It isn’t your job to think.” She raises a brow, daring Barbie to argue with her and I smirk. My princess has fuckin’ claws and she ain’t afraid to use ‘em. All the sweet butts know she’s under Heathens protection and outranks them since she falls more under a member’s kid category.
“Fine.” Barbie spits as she rises from her knees, making her way back around the bar to grab a beer from the cooler. She slams it on the table, shakin’ it up in the process, before makin’ a show of using her thumb so slowly wipe the lingering spit from under her lip before sliding it into her mouth and moaning. “Delicious.”
“Thanks…Brandy.” Beth shrugs, giving Barbie her dead eyes before she uses her teeth to pop the lid and slurps it down, foam and all like she doesn’t give a fuck. I stare, awed by this amazing girl as she turns and heads out back to the fire without even acknowledging my existence.
Shit.
I think I might’ve just fucked up… royally.
Chapter Six
Beth (18)
Two years later…
I’ve been with the Heathens for three years now, having nowhere else to go. And honestly, I don’t think there is anywhere else I’d rather be. They’re my family. Well, except Bones, but let’s not talk about him.
I take the black liner and drag it over my lids as I blend it out with my finger to give myself a smokey eye. Me and El are heading out to the club tonight and I can’t wait to have a few drinks and just chill the fuck out. This place is great but I’m more than ready to get away from Bones and all the girls constantly fawning over him as he flirts and fucks anything that moves.
“You ready?” El says as she peaks her head into the bathroom. She’s getting married to King in a few weeks, and I know she’s looking forward to this little girl’s night as much as I am. She loves King more than I’ve ever see anyone love anything, but I know this place is slowly eating away at her soul. That deep down she doesn’t want this life. She’s not like me… she’s better.
“Hell, yeah I am.” I wink at her from the reflection in the mirror and she chuckles. I straighten out the crop top that I didn’t bother wearing a bra under, allowing the fullness of my perky breasts to push against the tight fabric, my nipples poking through, before bending over and loosely lacing up my boots. I can’t keep the smile off my face at the thought of the look on Bones face when he sees me. He hates when I wear shit like this, but secretly I love it. My short-shorts barely covering my ass, showing off my leg and stomach tats. El, snorts, knowing exactly what I’m thinking before shaking her head.
“Why do you give him such shit? Just tell him.” She says she’s always pushing me to voice my feelings, but what she doesn’t understand is he won’t ever see me as anything more than an annoying lil’ sister, the “princess”. It would ruin everything if I told him I’ve had feelings for him since I was sixteen. We’ve become even closer over the years, and I’ve opened up to him a bit about my past and all the shit that’s happened to me. I’ve told him more than I’ve even told Elana, but I won’t tell him that.
I shake my head. “Yeahhh, no thanks.” I roll my eyes hard before I light up a cigarette, enjoying the tingle in my throat with the menthol flavor.
“So, you’re going to fuck some dude from the club tonight then?” She taunts, thinking I won’t have the guts to do it. Although I haven’t been with anyone since I’ve been free. Sex isn’t something I hold particularly dear to me. It’s not like I get emotionally attached or anything stupid like that. I doubt I could even connect the two, I just haven’t felt ready to do that again. I know things are different now, but sometimes I still find it hard to not connect the act with pain. The Pavlovian effect in full swing.
“Maybe.” I toss back over my shoulder as I head down the stairs to the bar, ready to do a lil’ pre-gaming.
“Liar.” I hear her mumble under her breath but don’t acknowledge it because she’s right.
“Four shots!” I shoot a wink to Jules who’s behind the bar tonight. She’s the one sweet-butt who I can actually stand to be within ten feet of. It might have somethin’ to do with the fact she doesn’t want Bones, but I’m choosing to believe it’s because she’s not a cunt.
Jules laughs as she lines up the glasses and quickly fills them with Jameson. El blows out a puff of air before she grabs the first shot. “Cheers.” She groans clinking the glass on the bar top before throwing it back.
“That’s the spirit!” I laugh as I mimic her with my two shots.
“Where the fuck you goin?” Bones growls out from behind me as I slide my glass back across the bar to Jules. I slowly turn around, a smirk plastered on my face, knowing he’s just stewing in his own anger at my attire.
“Out.” I casually take a drag from my cigarette that I pulled from the ashtray where I’d stashed it to do the shots. His eyes trail down from my face, stopping briefly on my hard nipples before dropping to my long legs. His jaw tightens and I can almost hear his teeth grinding from here. He’s so overprotective it’s ridiculous, even though he knows we have prospects that follow us like bodyguards. I just wish it was for reasons other than him being brotherly.
“Like fuck you are. Not dressed like that. You might as well be fuckin’ naked.” He runs his hands over his face like I exhaust him. And I just roll my eyes.
“I can wear whatever the fuck I want, Bones. You aren’t my daddy.” I snark before I blow him a dramatic kiss. “Don’t wait up!” I stomp toward the door, dragging El behind me before he can get another word out. I hear him growl out to the prospects to follow us and I can’t keep the satisfied smirk off my face as the door slams behind us. He may not have the same feelings for me that I have for him, but I love riling him up, like he used to do to me. Any reaction from him is better than nothing, even if it’s in a different way.
“Jesus Christ.” El blows out a breath. “You can cut the tension with a butter knife.” She tuts as she climbs up into the cage the guys let us borrow when we need to leave the compound. I have no clue what the fuck she’s talking about. I ignore her as we climb into the back with Jax in the passenger’s seat as Roni drives us to the club.
Once we get there, we make our way to the door, cutting past the long line waiting to get in. We don’t even get carded as the doorman takes one look at the prospects’ cuts.
“Welcome back ladies.” He smiles cheekily as he waves us past. Taking his time taking in every curvy inch of El. She’s a bombshell and even though she doesn’t seem to notice, it doesn’t get missed by the guys around us. The prospects cover close behind us, making sure we never get too far out of sight.
