Page 46 of Pike

“You tellin’ me no, Feather?”

“I am. I’m not doing this in front of everyone.” In seconds, he’s in front of me, shoving me to the floor. My knees hit the floor as I glare up at him.

“It’s not hard, Jailbait. If you don’t wanna do it, someone else will.” His words burn a hole through me. He wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t do this. Ignoring his words, I try to stand back up, but he presses on my shoulders to keep me down.

“What the hell are you doin’?” Van asks.

“I want her to prove to everyone she’s mine.”

“We all know that Pike. It’s the medicine mixed with the fucked up shit in your head tellin’ you otherwise. Don’t do this to her.”

“Why not? She’s mine.”

“We all know she’s yours.”

“Is that why Free had his hand on her?”

“He was being friendly,” I tell him. His eyes jerk back to mine and hold there. He starts to undo his belt when Van moves. He shoves him back a step and reaches for me, pulling me off the floor.

“You’re not this guy, Pike! Don’t take your bullshit out on her. She doesn’t deserve that,” he roars at him. Pike stops what he’s doing and looks around the room like a caged animal. It takes seconds before he’s swiping all the bottles off the bar, a crash ensuing. He turns and stalks toward the back of the clubhouse as everyone turns to watch him. He isn’t taking this well, and maybe my being here isn’t helping either.

“I should go.”

“Don’t let him push you out, Feather,” Van tells me.

“He clearly doesn’t want me here.”

“He’s not okay in the head, darlin’. He’s fucked up. You gotta give him a little room for that.”

“That’s why I should go,” I tell him. He shakes his head.

“No. You should go to your man and let him know he can’t treat you like that. That he can’t force you into shit that you don’t wanna do. Stand up to him.” Stand up to him. I can do that. It’s Pike.

I nod my head and walk back toward the rooms and straight into his. That’s where I find him, lying on the bed with his arm thrown over his eyes.

“You can’t do this to me. I won’t let you.”

“I know,” he says softly.

“Then why push me?”

“I don’t know, Feather.”

“Do you want me gone? Is that what this is?”

“I didn’t say that,” he says.

“Then what the fuck is it? You can’t treat me like that, Pike. I won’t let you. Blake treated me like shit, and now you’re trying to.” He moves his arm and sits up quickly.

“Are you comparin’ me to him?”

“The way you’re acting? Yes.”

“Don’t you dare, Feather. I’d never force you to do the shit he did.”

“You just tried, Pike!”

“Fuck. Fuck!” He growls before standing and coming toward me. He grabs my face in his hands and holds me there, looking me in the eye.

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