I would definitely kill her.
He winked at her, and I heard myself growling.
How long would it take me to jump over there, grab the snooker cue from his hands and gauge his eyes out with it?
I knew she was mine. She had publicly declared that. And yet I still wanted to drag her back to our room, where no one else could look at her. I wanted to brand her with my name; to mar her with my mark so no one could ever be in anydoubt as to who she belonged to. I wanted her to never look at another man besides me for as long as she lived.
The sane thoughts of a rational, logical man, no?
She bent over the table to take her shot, and Ant kicked the table legs, sending her crashing into Hacksaw, who had to hold her arms to keep her steady.
“Oops,” Ant said innocently, and Hacksaw immediately released Rachel once she was steady on her feet, but that didn’t help the murderous thoughts running through me.
I could cause a distraction, grab hold of him, and make it look like an accident, right?
Why the fuck was I so jealous? She was mine, for fuck’s sake. But I wanted to smash the brains out of his skull and paint my name on Rachel’s skin with the remains.
“Asshole,” Rachel spat, hitting Ant with the snooker cue. He grabbed one off the table and hit her around the back of her thighs. She squealed and hit his arms again, before Jenna grabbed another cue and smacked Ant on his back. He took up a jousting position, and the three of them made their way around the bar, wrestling with their sticks.
Bee grabbed hold of Vienna’s beard and shook it up and down as she cheered Rachel and Jenna to victory. I burst out laughing at Vienna’s “oh shit,” as his head shook wildly at the way Bee threw him around.
Ant snuck around a table, almost hitting Crash in the face as he jabbed the snooker cue at Rachel. Jenna threw her cue at Gemma, who grabbed it and smacked the back of Ant’s knees, almost knocking them out from under him.
“Bitches,” Ant laughed. “Where the fuck are my reinforcements?”
“You’ve been abandoned, soldier.” Rachel said, climbing on top of a table and aiming the snooker cue at his head. “Surrender or prepare to die.”
I got up and snuck around the side of the room, out of her line of sight.
Jenna got up on another table opposite Rachel and aimed her cue in a similar manner. “We have you surrounded, comrade. What do you say?”
“Do you surrender, or are you prepared to take a beating?” Rachel giggled, wobbling on the table slightly.
“I’m not surrendering,” Ant laughed, whooshing his stick back and forth, knocking both of theirs.
“Then you leave us no choice. Atta—ahh!” Her command ended in a screech as I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her up onto my shoulder, her head and shoulders falling over my back.
“Threatening my army, are we?” I said, slapping her ass.
“Ambush! Ambush!” She screamed at Jenna, her words barely coming out due to the laughs taking over her.
“Help is on the way!” Jenna giggled, jumping from one table to the next as she made her way over to us. She lost her balance at the last minute, landing in a heap on top of the prospects who had been watching the whole thing in fascination.
“The floor is lava!” Bee screamed, jumping up and down. Vienna grabbed her and hauled her onto his shoulders and jumped on top of a chair.
I jumped on one of the sofas, Rachel still in my arms. Rooster and Chicken jumped up next to us. Crash and Mama joined in, climbing on top of the kitchen counters. Every member of the club, and their old ladies, climbed on top of the table until it was just poor Shark left, who had just come out of the downstairs bathroom to see a bunch of grown adults stood on the furniture.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Chapter 42
Rachel
The party got more and more wild, eventually ending in a fight between Doc and Sunshine, which caused Mama to trigger her bitch mode and start screaming at everyone.
Dante had pissed her off by picking her up and carrying her out of the room, before launching at Sunshine and planting a punch to his jaw, earning him a thump in return. Every biker was scrapping on the floor, whilst I sat on the sofa, a sleeping Bee on my knees. I stroked her hair, silently watching my man as he took off his shirt and drunkenly entered a wrestling competition with the rest of the lads.
It ended when Vienna jumped on the bar, thinking he was the fucking Rock, attempting to body slam someone. He was up there for all of a split second before he fell straight back off again, sending a bunch of pint glasses crashing to the floor. He landed on top of them, slicing his back open. Imogen put her foot down and called an end to the fighting, and Mama rang the bell, signalling the party was over.
