Page 22 of The Other Princess

“Go grab her a coke from the employee lounge, Deck,” Zeke ordered. “You have to take better care of yourself, Ev. If I had known you hadn’t eaten I would have made sure to give you something. Christ, that’s at least nine hours without food, girl. You do this for a living now, so I know you know better.”

“I do, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking about it, because once I got into it I was too excited.”

“Shit, you don’t need to explain. I know exactly how that is. Drink the Coke,” he commanded as Deck handed it to me. I rose up enough so that I was comfortable while drinking, and then I took a few small, tentative sips to start me out. Before long, I had chugged the majority of the can and ended up letting out the loudest damn belch I’d managed in a long time. Thank you carbonation for another round of humiliation in my life. The guys simply laughed.

“That one definitely deserved about an eight out of ten,” Deck joked.

“Shit, I might be willing to call that a nine,” Zeke put in his two cents.

“Ha! Ha! You two are hilarious.” Feeling better, I twisted my body and pulled one leg over the chair almost like I was dismounting a bike. Then I spun around and sat facing forward so I could see the two ass-clowns who were making fun of me. Once again, I caught Zeke’s eyes on my tits. This time he wasn’t the only one here noticing my way-too-small shirt.

“You might want to adjust that,” Zeke managed to choke out while pointing toward my chest. “I’m just gonna go clean up,” before I could even process he was gone from the station and walking so fast down the hall he might as well have been at a light jog.

Finally, I glanced down to see that my shit had indeed slipped down to an even more precarious position where my dusky areola were on display and nips were threatening to poke their way free of the fabric. “Shit,” I huffed out as I reached down made certain that all the important parts were once again covered by cloth only to look back up when I realized there were a pair of legs still standing in front of me. Connected to those dark denim clad legs was Deck whose eyes were so enflamed with the heat they were throwing off that I wondered if he could incinerate me where I sat. Jesus. Never, in all my 19 years, had I been looked at like that. Hell, I hadn’t even had a close call for someone looking at me that way. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Deck wanted to eat me alive.

“Deck?” I questioned softly bringing him out of his heated stupor.

“Go get changed, Ever. I’m taking you to get something to eat, but if that,” he pointed toward my barely-there shirt before continuing. “Happens when I have you in public, and people see, I may be tempted to kill them.”

I don’t know why, but that made me laugh. A full-on belly laughed started from deep down inside me, and once it started I couldn’t stop it. Little tears rolled from the sides of my eyes as it continued, and Deck just stood there huffing at me in consternation.

“I don’t know what was so funny about that,” he finally muttered. I did. Someone finally felt protective of me again, and it was because my boobs threatened to spill out. A biker, worried about people seeing my boobs was just hilarious considering the conversation Zeke and I had earlier about their lax lifestyle when it comes to modesty.

I waved him off as I stood, still giggling, and moved around him to head to my apartment upstairs. “Where are you going?” He finally asked.

“I’m going to get changed. Don’t want you running around killing poor innocent people if I have a nip-slip style wardrobe malfunction,” I managed to choke out while still laughing at the absurdity of seeing my boobs being a killing offense. “I’ll be right back down.”

Chapter 12

~ Declan ~

I was going to kill a motherfucker dead tonight. No questions asked. It was going to happen, and once I heard the door to Ever’s apartment slam shut in her haste to get up there and change clothes I went in search of the walking dead man himself.

Of course, the bastard had to take the wind right out of my sails by coming to find me first. “Shit, man. I did not mean to see that. Seriously, I think of her like a little sister, so if you think you’re pissed because I saw what you think of as yours, then imagine how I feel.”

Fuck! This bastard was going to make me laugh when I’d been homicidal only moments earlier. “I was so fucking shocked I couldn’t even lay your ass out before you ran off like a little bitch who’s afraid of tits.”

Zeke laughed and turned to go take a seat on the couch tucked off to the side of the lounge room. “Just be glad it was me in there instead of Kane.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“I know you’ve noticed, so no need to have me lay that out for you.” Zeke waved off the anger that started to build inside of me again. “Don’t even let that shit inflate your jealousy man. He is painfully aware of where he stands with that girl, and it sure as fuck isn’t with him anywhere in the running. At least not yet, anyway, so don’t screw it up with her or you better believe he’ll be swooping in.”

“Isn’t he Erin’s older brother?”

“Yeah, which means he has plenty of reason, other than working with her, to be around,” Zeke offered up, and Deck had the impression that Zeke was mostly just fucking with him right now.

“He’s had years though,” Deck pointed out.

“So have you,” Zeke countered.

“I’ve been gone for five, man,” he laughed out. “Kind of hard to woo a girl from half a world away, and besides, for most of that time she was too young anyway.”

“Same goes for Kane, at first he didn’t notice because she was too young, then when he did she was going through some shit. Now, she’s not really stuck in that rut as much anymore, and she’s starting to come into her own.” Zeke shrugged. “He won’t overstep, but he won’t fail to pick up pieces either, if you get my drift.”

“Yeah, I get your drift,” I growled out, much to Zeke’s amusement. “That’s a powerful tattoo you inked on her back today.”

“It is, and I’m hoping it helps her begin to heal. Hell, actually, I know it will, because I already saw the difference in her from when we talked after all of you left until the moment she brought me that image.” Zeke appeared pensive for a moment. “I just wish I could be there to see the unveiling of the tattoos. I hope these guys are prepared to actually face their own shit, and her pain, because otherwise I have a feeling all hell is gonna break loose that night.”

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