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“They live here at the clubhouse?” I ask, aghast. “I figured they just showed up for the parties or something.”
“Fuck,” he says, raking his hands through his hair. “How did we get on this topic?”
“I don’t know, Marcum. I’m just along for the ride, this is your rodeo,” I reply with more sass than I probably should.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters. “I need a breather. Maybe we need to pick this up another time when we have cooler heads. Let yourself out whenever you’re ready. I’ll call you later.” Without looking back or saying another word to me, he swivels on theballs of his feet and leaves me sitting here with my jaw hung open.
“Asshole!” I yell, picking up one of the empty beer cans on the side table and tossing it against the wall. I watch as what was left in the can splashes out of the tin and splatters on the drywall. “Whatever. I’m not cleaning that shit up.” I grab my crossbody purse and stomp out of the house.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
KODIAK
“Kodiak,”Peaches purrs my name as she drops down into my lap. After I left my house, I came back to the party. My plan was to down a few beers and look at the fire until I cooled my jets.
“Not now, Peaches,” I tell her as I use my free hand to unwind her arms from around my shoulders.
“Come on, let me help you relieve some of that stress. You don’t want that high-class bitch and you know it. She’s a new flavor, and you’ve had a taste. It’s time to let us make you feel better.”
“Us?” I ask, lost in thought of my woman. My crazy, full of shit woman. My pregnant woman.
“Us,” another voice whispers in my ear. I recognize the voice belonging to Kitty. These club bitches don’t know when to leave well enough alone at times.
Normally, they don’t bother me, but ever since Luna literally walked into my path, I haven’t been availing myself of theirtalents. Not that I plan to think about what that means any time soon.
“Not interested, ladies. Go help one of my brothers out,” I state.
“Oh, come on, Kodiak. You look tense, let us help you out with that,” Peaches murmurs as Kitty draws her finger across the nape of my neck, lowering her mouth to nibble on the lobe of my ear.
They tag team their attack against me and pick a side of my neck to nuzzle their noses into. The cloying body sprays they use have me fighting not to sneeze. Suddenly, I miss the crisp, clean scent of my Moon. “What the fuck are y’all trying to pull?”
Before I get my answer, I hear a sobbed gasp coming from behind me. I stand and Peaches falls to the ground, landing flat on her ass in the dirt. Twisting my torso, I see Luna standing there, tears trekking down her cheeks.
“Luna, it’s not what you think,” I defend.
“It never is, is it Kodiak?” she cries, shaking her head as if I’ve disappointed her. “That’s okay, you live your life and enjoy your evening.” When she cups her hand across her still toned belly as if she’s protecting our baby from watching his father cheating on her, I lose my shit.
“I’m already guilty in your eyes, huh? Don’t I get the chance to defend myself here, Luna, or is your mind already made up? I’m a cheater because your research says I am. Do I have that right?” I growl out, not caring that we’ve drawn an audience.
“Stop, Marcum. Just stop,” she pleads, her head turning as she takes in the witnesses watching our dramatic confrontation.
Over it and needing time away from her, I order, “Get out of here, Luna. Go talk shit about me behind my back with Demi. You two should have a great time eating some Ben and Jerry’s while smack talking about me and Xavier.”
“Newsflash, asshole. I don’t need a night with my girl while spooning some ice cream into my mouth to trash talk you. You’ve already proven all of my theories and research right. Enjoy the sluts, Marcum, because you’ll never have their hearts, you’ll only ever have their pussies. You think these skanks are loyal to you? Do you?”
“Yes!” I spit out.
“You’re a fool, Marcum. All they want is a patch on their back to lord over each other so they can climb the ranks. Patch chasers only care about one thing, but they’ll never be truly loyal to you. Wanna know how I know that?”
“Sure. Tell me, oh wise one,” I sarcastically demand. “How do you know considering you’ve never walked a mile in their shoes?” My brothers all look at me dumbfounded. They’ve seen my temper flare before, but it’s never, not once, been so demeaning and accusatory. Women are sacred to me, the men surrounding me know I won’t allow any disrespect tossed their way, and yet, here I am throwing shade at the one woman who makes me feel alive.
“Because I know women, Marcum. I’ve seen how catty they can be when they set their minds to something. Especially, when it’s something they want that’ll one up their opponent.”
“So what? They want to take a ride on my dick? That’s old news for me, Moon.”
“Been there, done that,” Peaches announces, sounding proud of herself. My eyes clamp closed because I know deep in my soul that her words just nailed the lid on my coffin.
“Many, many times,” Kitty adds her two cents.
