Page 32 of Sabotage

“Let the torpedoes clean up,” Viking orders. “You did all the work cooking. They can clean up.”

“Right.” I nod and make my way into the kitchen, not wanting to have those skanky hoes in here.

I scrape my plate off in the trash and put it in the sink. With nothing else to do, I head for Sabotage’s room. I don’t feel like being around the others right now. I need to get my head together, and I can’t be worrying about anything else right now. From what I’ve heard, and the way Sabotage and even Maverick spoke, something is happening this evening. Whatever that is, it has Sabotage on edge.

Or is it something else altogether, and he’s using this as a way to keep his distance?

In Sabotage’s room, I barely make it a step inside before I hear it—the moans of women.

Narrowing my gaze, I flip on the light to find two of the tor-pe-da-hoes going at each other in Sabotage’s bed. Great, just what I need to see, skanky hoes in a bed that I sleep in.

“What the hell is going on here?” I demand, yelling loud enough to get both bitches’ attention.

“What’s it look like?” The skeezy blonde from earlier in the kitchen snaps. “Sabotage asked us to come up and get the party started.”

I highly doubt that.

Then again, he was acting weird.

A part of me wants to let those words affect me, but another part, the reasonable part of me, tells me Sabotage wouldn’t say that to them. I can trust him.

“Then where is he?” I snap on a huff, completely pissed.

“He’ll be here any moment. How about you leave so we can enjoy a party before he has to leave for club business,” the other one, I think she’s called Muff or something like that, says snidely.

The door behind me opens, and in steps Sabotage as if on cue. My heart feels like a sledgehammer just came down on it when he looks at his bed, seeing them first before looking at me.

Holding my head high, I glare. I know what I said in the kitchen about not sharing. I don’t. I even threatened to cut his cock off if I found him with another woman.

Right now, though, all I want to do is run and hide.

“Go ahead and have your fun,” I snap and step around him, getting to the door before he can stop me. What was I thinking?

“Ryann,” he growls, following me, but I don’t let him get his hands on me.

I run down the hall, down the stairs, and turn in the opposite direction of the main room, heading toward the back. I don’t want to face anyone else.

Denial is screaming in my head alongside the hurt, and I don’t pay attention to anything other than finding somewhere to hide away and let myself go down the pity rabbit hole.

I push through a set of doors that lead outside. The sun is already down, and there’s no light on this side of the clubhouse.

Suddenly, my arm is grabbed, and I’m spun around to face an enraged Sabotage.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snarls, dipping down to get in my face.

“I’m leaving you to have the fun you evidently wanted to have up in your room,” I snap back, shoving at him with my free hand while yanking uselessly at the one he’s holding tight.

“So, all that shit you spewed in the kitchen was all talk?” Even in the dark, I can see his lip curl in a sneer, his brow cocking.

“Way I figure it, if you need two women who are skanky hoes, then you don’t need me. You clearly intended to fuck them, considering you looked at the bed expectantly when you came into the room,” I shout and shove against his chest once again. “Now, let me go. You can go ahead and go about doing your thing ‘cause, clearly, it has nothing to do with me.”

I find myself turning once more. My back is being pressed into the side of the clubhouse.

“Don’t test me, Ryann,” he snarls, dipping down to get right in my face our noses touching.

“I’m not doing anything,” I scream. “Now, let me go, Sabotage.”

“Not letting you go. Told you more than once, I’m never letting you go.” On this last part, he moves in, closing any breath of distance we had between us. “You’re mine, Ryann, and I’m not going to let you play games with me.”

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