Princess (6 page)

“That’s one hell of an understatement; seriously, think about what you’re saying.”

“I told you, that guy saved me. He didn’t try anything either, just stopped that creep from hurting me further.”

“How do you know the jerkoff who hurt you won’t be there when you go back?”

“I just do.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“I saw the big guy hit him, and then when I was running away, there was a loud wail. I don’t think the biker made it easy on him.”

In fact, I know he didn’t. Once I was far enough away, I had glanced back and seen him hit my attacker with something that wasn’t his fist. The outline from the weak lighting made it look like a scene out of a horror movie.

The fucked up part about it all is that I’m not frightened. If anything, I’m curious. I want to go and see what he did to the bastard, see if he killed him.

I’ve never had anyone convey that type of violence for me before. Being so terrified and then witnessing that same feeling wash over my attacker was exhilarating. My savior didn’t scare me one bit; he empowered me.

I’ll never be some biker bitch or approve of my father’s ways, but deep down, I know his blood runs through my veins. Pair it along with my mother’s and it’s no wonder I’m suddenly craving an outlaw.
I need to see him.

He’d watched me all night. I could feel his blistering gaze on my back; it had taken every ounce of self-control I possessed not to look back and meet him head on. I don’t think he’s used to aggressive women and at first, I was on a mission to add him to my list. Now though…well, I have no idea what to do, but like a moth to a flame, all I can think about is getting back to him as quickly as possible.

“I still don’t like it. I think you should stay away from that bar; your father’s MC has a ton of other guys you can go for. Look, I get it; you’re used to being a badass around normal people, but Princess, these guys aren’t everyday people. You’re a little woman compared to them, and if you go in there alone, they could kidnap you or something crazy and I’m betting no one would bat an eye.”

Huffing, I count to five, so I keep my calm.
Wait, why am I getting upset over her talking down about those bikers anyhow? I hate them just as much, if not more.

“You forget, Bethany, that my father’s in charge of them. Besides, I won’t be alone. You’re coming with me.”

“It’s been two hours since I had to drive my best friend home because she was attacked and too upset to drive, and now she’s sitting here, planning to drag me back to the place where it all went down? No way, cuz.”

“Yes, that’s right, I am your best friend, and I need a wingman. And for the record, stop with the cuz and cousin shit; people are going to think we’re related, and I don’t kiss my cousins!”

“Fine, but I’m not fucking one of them,” she replies, her nose going up in the air like she’s calling all the shots.

Yeah, okay, I won’t hold my breath on that one. Those guys have her name written all over them. My snort pops out before I can hold it back.

She shoots me a heated glare, irritated.

I shrug, not saying anything and after a few moments her frown changes into an evil grin.

“Shut-up, I’m not going to sleep with them,” she mumbles, and I outright laugh.

“Want to put some money on it?”

“No.”

“’Cause you know I’m right.”

“Whatever. I’m sleeping in your bed tonight, and since you’re dragging me back tomorrow, I’m borrowing your clothes too.”

“You’re only in my bed if you’re naked,” I flirt and kiss her cheek.

“Won’t be the first time.” She smiles and lifts her shirt over her head, exposing her pale breasts.

Nope, definitely not the first; we’ve had plenty of fun together, and I love her for it. She’s always had my back, and when I was feeling low and unattractive, she let me know just how beautiful she found me, turning me on to something I would never have guessed would be mind-blowing.

Don’t get me wrong, we both love men, but occasionally it’s fun to have a woman too.

VIKING

The next day…

Shedding my shirt, I
use it to wipe the sweat from my brow. The sleeves are ripped off, but it’s no match for this Texas heat. Beads of perspiration run down my chest, and I quickly swipe over them too. South Carolina’s hot, too, but it’s a dfferent kind of heat, more humid than Texas. Here, I feel like my nuts are going to melt off.

“What the fuck could it be?” Nightmare hisses angrily, staring at his ride.

He has his bike partially taken apart; random pieces are strewn about in the motel’s parking lot. I saw him get pissed and kick the old wooden picnic table outside, so figured he could use some help. We’ve been out here for a while and have gotten everything back together where it’s supposed to be, but he’s still irritated. I would be too if my shit weren't running right.

Letting out a deep breath, I pat the back of my neck with my shirt and then tuck a piece of the material into my jeans pocket, thinking about what the issue could be. “We’ve been over everything. The only issue I can think of at this point is if the gas had something in it. You filled up at that ghetto petrol station a ways out, and we all skipped it to eat. I’d clean out your tank with some fresh gas and hope that does it.”

“If that weasel’s selling fucked up gas and screwed my bike up, I’m going back and torching that fucking station.”

Ruger steps out of his room, wiping down his piece with a cloth, right in the open. “’Sup.” He chin lifts, and we return the gesture.

“Brother,” Nightmare acknowledges.

“Talkin’ about torching another place?” he asks, and I chuckle, remembering how much fun we had blowing up the last building.

Night shrugs. “If the fuck down the road sold me shoddy gas, I’m burning that shit hole to the ground.”

“I’m down,” Ruger replies.

“Yep, me too.” I nod. If the owner has insurance on the place, we’d most likely be doing him a favor anyhow. It’d be good if Nightmare had a few of us watching his back as well.

“Has Scot mentioned a new job yet?” Ruger asks, and I turn toward Nightmare, curious as well.

I’m a bit surprised we’ve been stationary for this long considering we didn’t get paid for helping out the Oath Keepers with their California problem. I’m not hurting for money; I don’t use much out on the road, but some of these guys blow through it like they have an endless supply.

“Nope, he hasn’t said anything.”

“Surely one of the Chapters needs more weapons; we haven’t taken shit up to Montana in almost six months,” he mumbles, but brings up a good point.

“He has a point.” I cock my eyebrow at Nightmare, and he shrugs.

“I think Scot has a thing for the bartender,” he confesses after we stare at him for a moment.

“You fuckin’ with me? That bitch has been ran through so many times; she probably couldn’t keep a dick in her twat if she tried to.”

They both laugh as a car passes by on the old highway that runs between the motel and bar, gaining our attention.

“Goddamn!” Ruger gushes as the driver and passenger drive by slow enough for me to realize it’s Cinderella.

Once it registers, I let loose a loud wolf whistle, trying to get them to stop.

Nightmare’s lip raises a touch in his ‘I don’t ever fucking smile’ sort of way, ‘but this is the look you’ll get when I’m amused.’

Ruger grins. “I could stick around for some chicks like that.”

My temper ignites almost immediately, wanting me to teach his mouth how to stay shut when it comes to her, but I fight myself inside to hold back. Taking a few deep breaths, I begin to feel like my normal self again when a car turns into the gravel drive of the motel. It’s not just any car, though; it’s
her
car.

Ruger puts on a cheesy smile, strolling toward the passenger side that’s closest to us. The girls have the windows rolled down and music blaring, but it gets quieter as they come to a stop directly in front of us.

Cinderella’s gaze is trained on my naked torso while her friend is busy looking at Nightmare like she wants to eat him alive. I don’t think she even really notices Ruger in front of her. She should, though, because Nightmare would easily break her.

Taking quick strides, I round the car to the driver side before Ruger notices that Cinderella’s a twenty when her friend’s barely a nine. He even thinks of touching her; I’ll wire his mouth shut after I break it. Brother or not, I feel almost feral when it comes to her. I have no fucking clue why, but I’m damn sure going to find out.

She licks her lips, and my pants grow tighter at the sight of her tongue. She doesn’t look like last night. She looks even better now—hair windblown, crystal blue eyes sparkling, wearing a little bikini top with short-shorts and flip-flops.

The savage inside me pounds his chest once I get a chance to take her in. I want to pull her out the car window, throw her over my shoulder and carry her straight to my room. I know that’s not logical thinking, but fuck if I can’t stop imagining it.

Her arms are scraped up a little on the backs; most likely from Shady fuck pushing her against the brick. She’ll never have to deal with him again; I made sure of it.

I can hear her friend babbling on to Ruger about them being on their way to go swimming. I don’t pay much attention, though, just gaze at Cinderella, cataloging each possible detail of her to memory. She’s like an enigma that I can’t figure out. What’s so fucking special about her?

“Hi.” She breaks the silence, and I’m forced to think of something to say. I have no idea what, so I just nod.

She chews on her bottom lip for a few seconds before swallowing and trying again. “So...umm, thanks for last night.” She meets my stare, and I nod again like an idiot.

I hear Ruger ask if he can go swimming with them and her friend happily agreeing, inviting Nightmare along as well. Of course, Night doesn’t say anything. He eventually looks over at the chick in the passenger seat, his nostrils flaring when she smiles at him.

She says please to him directly, and I think we’re all surprised when he huffs, throws his wrench to the ground and strides to his hotel room, slamming the door in his wake. I don’t know what the fuck that was about, but I’m leaving it alone.

Cinderella looks up at me again. “Would you like to come with us?”

Would I ever, but I won’t. I know that if I see her in a bikini, I’m gonna fuck her whether she wants it or not, and I can’t have her hating me before I even know why she calls to me so damn strongly.

“No.”

She taps her fingers on her steering wheel, her gaze leaving mine to stare straight ahead like she’s frustrated.

Ruger gets in the backseat, and I learn her friend’s name is Bethany when she shouts it as soon as the back door closes.

“Let’s go woman; I want a good tan before we go out tonight.”

Cinderella shifts the car in drive. “Me too.”

“Wait!” Spills from my mouth and her irises jump back over to me.

Her shoes.

I walk-jog to my room, grabbing the black heels off my table and bring them out to her.

“Oh my god, thank you!” She smiles, and my mouth goes dry. She takes the shoes, handing them over to Bethany, who’s wearing a pleased grin.

Leaning over, I look through the window that’s behind her seat, straight at Ruger. He glances at me, puzzled, and then rolls the window down. “’Sup?”

“Eyes off Cinderella,” I quietly order, but it comes out more like an angry growl.

Ruger’s eyebrows practically hit his hairline; he glances toward the driver’s seat, and it hits him what I’m saying. “Got ya, brother.”

Nodding, I walk behind the car back to my room. On my way, I hear her repeat ‘Cinderella?’ dreamily and Ruger says, “Yep, that’d be you darlin’.”

I waited around for hours, checking out the window whenever I’d hear a vehicle and every damn time I’d huff when it wasn’t them returning. Finally, I gave up, took a shower, put some clean clothes on and walked across the street to the bar.

Taking a seat next to Saint and Sinner, I’m pleased when a beer’s set down in front of me almost immediately. I’m surprised they’re here and not corrupting some woman with both of their cocks.

“Angel,” I nod toward Sinner. He’s not so bad, but he’s always around to egg Saint on. He’s the type to plant a seed in someone’s head, then sit back and watch them self-destruct on their own. You won’t catch him fighting much, but he sure loves to fuck with people’s minds.

“Devil,” I fist-bump Saint, and they both chuckle at me giving them shit.

They know those names are more fitting, though. Chicks eat up Saint’s ‘sweet boy’ charade he plays to get in their pants. However, I see him away from the women. Trust me when I say the only type of angel he’d ever be is a fallen one, and nowhere close to a Saint.

I’m about half way through my beer when Ruger finally waltzes through the door. I wait with bated breath for Bethany and Cinderella to enter behind him, but they never do.

Ruger plops down in the seat across from me, looking tanner than he did earlier. He may have gone for Bethany, but I still want to pop his legs off and beat him with them for the simple fact that he got to hang out with Cinderella today and I didn’t. I sat at the hotel pouting like a giant pansy ass.

“Where’re the chicks?” I ask immediately. He better not have fucked it up with them.

Saint and Sinner’s gazes both land on me as soon as the words leave my mouth.

“They went to go change; they’ll be here.”

“You found some new bitches for us, Ruger?” Saint pipes up.

“Naw, just me and Vike. They were in here last night playing pool.”

Sinner’s eyebrows shoot up as he does a low whistle. “Damn, it’s like that, huh? I would’ve chatted them up last night to get some pussy, but I got the impression they were skittish.”

“What happened at the lake?” I interrupt, my jealousy nagging at me, wanting to know every single detail.

“Not much. Cinderella painted her toenails when we first got there. Then she floated around the lake on a small air mattress and on the way back asked if your name was really Viking.”

Saint leans forward. “No fucking way. Her name’s Cinderella? The blonde one? I bet she’s a goddamn fairy tale in bed,” he finishes, eyeing Sinner.