“What the fuck is going on?” Xavier spits out. I see Tony sneak into the room, and he has a grin on his face. Stupid bastard is going to regret this.
“He’s been fucking my fiancée.” Tony speaks up from behind everyone else.
“This true?” Xavier grits out. His eyes land on Siena, and I know he’s going to flip the fuck out on her.
“Yeah. I’ve been fucking her pretty much since I started.” Xavier’s face gets red with anger, he raises a finger to me, and I just wait for what he’s going to say.
“Stay the fuck away from her. You touch her again, and you’re done.” He turns to Siena and starts to walk over to her. He grabs her arm and pulls her with him. “You are going to marry Tony. I don’t give a fuck what you want. He is what’s going to make this family rich. Stay the fuck away from the help, or next time I’ll be the one putting a bullet in him, but I promise it won’t be a flesh wound.”
He drags her away, and as much as I want to stop him and pull her out of his grip, I know that this is what’s going to keep me around where I can still watch out for her.
As soon as Xavier, Tony, and Siena leave, the guys look at me like someone killed their dogs. “Why the fuck are you guys all pouty? You’re not the ones that got fucking shot.”
I sit on my bed and the blood is still fucking dripping everywhere.
“Yeah but now we are going to have to deal with your ass when you’re not getting any pussy. That’s almost worse.” I shake my head and all three of them start to laugh. I need to get this looked at.
“You guys know where I can get a bullet removed without going to a hospital?” They all shake their heads no, and I sigh. Fuck. Getting up, I pull a tee shirt and my boots on. “Make sure nothing happens to her.”
“Got it.” Gully says. I know he won’t fuck anything up. Plus, I’m pretty sure he knows how I really feel about her. Gully learns a lot by watching everyone. I put him as my right hand man for this reason alone.
We all walk out of the room; they go their way, and I go to the SUV and get in. When I look up at the window, I see her watching me. It looks like she has tears running down her face, but there is nothing I can do. I blow her a kiss and her lips lift into a small smile, but it isn’t the happiness that I see on her face when we are tangled up in the sheets, or I’m teaching her a new self-defense move.
Shutting the door, I start the engine and head towards the Wayward Saint’s compound. Dom told me to come find him if I needed anything, and right now, I’m pretty sure I do.
When I finally find the place, there are bikes and people everywhere. It’s fucking three in the morning and the music is still fucking loud as hell. I park, get out, and walk towards the doors. When I open them, I am not ready for what I see. There are fucking people everywhere and some of them are fucking out in the open for everyone else to see. Not that I’m fucking complaining. Do what you got to do. I walk past a few men with the same cut as Dom, and they give me a strange look.
One of them finally stops me. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?” I eye him before I give him an answer. He’s a big dude, and I’m pretty sure he could whoop my ass, but I don’t let him know that.
“Dom told me I could find him here if I needed anything. Well, I need something.” He eyes me skeptically, and I just wait for him to make up his mind.
He grabs his phone and dials a number before speaking. “I got some little punk ass kid looking for you.”
He grunts a few times before describing me to him. When he hangs up, he laughs. “You are probably the only person to get his ass out of bed at this hour. Feel fucking special.”
Laughing, I rub my shoulder and he notices. “What happened? Why do you need my brother?”
Pulling the neck of my shirt down, I show him the bullet wound and he whistles. “Fuck man, I know all too well how that shit feels.” He leads me over to the bar and hands me a shot of something.