Page 5 of Facet

“I can give you a ride back to the clubhouse,” Ira chimed in as he stared down at Willow with lust in his eyes and whiskey on his breath. When his finger trailed down her arm, I wanted to cut his fucking hand off.

“Hell no,” I burst out. “You’re drunk, prospect.”

“We’ll take an Uber,” he murmured, not taking his gaze from Willow’s chest.

Her pretty eyes grew wary, and her teeth tugged on her lower lip. It was obvious Willow was uncomfortable.

“I’ll give you a ride. I’m going back there anyway.” My fingers held my glass so tightly I was surprised it didn’t shatter.

Despite seeing the rest of my brothers drop like flies to the feet of love, I didn’t believe in it. Love is a fairytale people tell to lure someone in and take advantage of them. Ask all seven—or was it eight—of my mom’s ex-husbands. Which is why I will never be anything to Willow. I can’t be—no matter how much my blood heated every time she was near.

The prospect shifted his glazed attention to me, a disgruntled frown creased his face, but he at least had the good sense not to question a patched member. I dramatically lifted a single brow as I stared him in the eye, daring him to say a word. He nodded in appropriate deference.

“Thanks Facet,” she whispered, dropping her gaze and rushing off.

“What time do we need to be at the clubhouse tomorrow?” Riley asked us as Ira returned to their table, grumbling.

“Noon,” Ghost replied.

“I’ll keep him in line,” he promised me and Ghost.

“You do that,” Ghost murmured with a lift of his chin. Once they were both sitting again, Ghost said, “Ira’s a prick. I don’t like him.”

“Yeah, I know. But he’s Rowdy’s nephew,” I muttered.

“Doesn’t mean he’s entitled to a motherfuckin’ thing,” Ghost countered before lifting his glass to his mouth and swallowing the remainder.

“Agreed. And thanks for throwing my ass under the bus.”

“What are you talking about?”

“With Willow,” I snarled.

He laughed. “Hey, you could’ve let her ride back with Ira.”

Though I knew he was only saying it to get under my skin. Well, it worked, and I wanted to throat punch him. Something he seemed to be taking great pleasure in.

“You’re an asshole.”

“Aww, I love you too.” He batted his eyes and flattened his hands to his cheeks.

“You two sorry fuckers ready to get out of here?” Chains asked as he leaned against the bar next to me with a grin. Sabre stood back a ways, scanning the bar with his keen gaze.

“Past ready,” Ghost announced with a smirk as he threw some cash on the bar for a tip and crawled off his stool. He rubbed his lower back.

“Getting old?” I teased.

“Fuck off. It’s too many crazy positions, and you’re just jealous you’re still a virgin.” Ghost grinned.

With a roll of my eyes, I flipped him off.

“That’s not true, is it?” Chains asked in a shocked murmur.

“Fuck, no,” I grumbled. “Ghost is just a dick, and why is my sex life suddenly any of your business?”

“Bro, maybe youdoneed to get laid,” Chains said as he leaned in conspiratorially.

It had been a while for me, but that had nothing to do with it.

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