Page 73 of Hunter

Mallory was limp in my arms, her eyes dazed as she looked up at Anna.

A wicked smile overtook the little blonde’s mouth as she winked at Mallory then made her way over to the bar.

“What just happened?” Mallory whispered.

“I think Hunter lost his place as number one,” Jax replied.

The door slid open, snapping everyone from their daze as a group of club sluts came strolling in. Baby, with her long, black hair and southern-tanned skin, wandered in with her tiny shorts and legs that went on for miles. Behind her was another story.

Where Mallory’s scratches were mostly healed and her bruises beginning to fade, the rest of the girls looked fresh from the fight. Like Georgia, who always followed in Baby’s shadow, had a shiner and a slightly crooked nose that made me proud of my girl.

Mallory looked over in their direction with upturned eyebrows as she assessed the damage. The girls hadn’t been around since the fight, Wolf having kicked them out for a few days because of the stunt they had pulled, though a few of the brothers had gotten shit, too, because they had been the ones who had leaked about Nobel and Mallory to the bitches. All that had blown over with the brothers after Mallory had told me the rest of the story, which I, in turn, told the brothers. A few were still a little cold to Mallory, but they gave her the respect she deserved as my woman.

Mallory climbed off my lap and turned to walk toward the bar when I grabbed her by the wrist.

“What are you doing?”

She flickered a look over to where Anna and Baby stood at the bar, talking over a beer. The other girls fanned out amongst the few brothers who were here during this time of day.

“I’ve got something to settle.”

“Mallory …” I warned. The only reason shit had worked out in her favor last time was because the girls had started the fight by cornering her.

“Don’t worry.” Mallory pried my hand from her wrist. “No fights, I promise.”

“I’m coming, too.” I tried to get out of my chair before Mallory stopped me.

“No, I need to do this on my own.” Mallory stared me down hard, fighting with some fierce determination, obviously wanting her way.

Part of me knew I couldn’t always be there for her when the club sluts were around, but that didn’t mean I liked it. Not one bit, which I made clear when I barely managed to force out a, “Fine.”

Mallory lit up like a lighthouse, and I was damned if that cheeky, little smile didn’t fire me up. She thought she had won, but the second she was done, I was going to take that ass of hers, drag her upstairs, and show her who the real boss was in our relationship.

Mallory must have seen the look in my eyes, because she ran her tongue across her lips.

“Keep looking at me like that and you won’t get far,” I promised.

“I … uh …” I saw a fierce debate in her eyes as she hesitantly stepped away. “I’ll grab you a beer while I’m over there.”

She went to move away, but I grabbed her arm, dragged her back, and thrust my tongue into her mouth, making her knees weaken and causing her to stumble when I let go.

“Better make it fast.”

With flushed cheeks, Mallory nodded then escaped toward the bar.

I remained in my seat, eyes fixated on her ass in those tiny shorts as she approached the girls, her hands fiddling with the bottom of that thin cotton shirt she had tied above her waist.

I could see the girls’ lips moving, but I couldn’t hear what was being said. The girls seemed to congregate back together behind Georgia, who stood next to Baby. Anna stood a little aside near Mallory, watching the exchange. I could see Georgia was pissed, hissing at Mallory like a feral cat as Mallory spoke.

Halfway through Georgia’s bitching, to which Mallory stood and listened quietly, the unexpected happened.

Baby stepped in.

Baby had always been fair, but also believed in people sorting their shit out on their own. The old ladies didn’t like her for it, thinking she should keep better wraps on the bitches if they were going to parade around behind her. Baby wasn’t their real leader, so she hadn’t stepped in and taken charge when she had joined the club. The girls had just begun following her around, hiding behind her I-don’t-give-a-shit attitude. She was a good lay and knew her place better than anyone, and she never got involved when it didn’t concern her. Therefore, when Baby stepped in for the first time in history, everyone turned to watch.

Georgia went bug-eyed at her, watching with an open mouth as Baby began to say something to Mallory, and Anna’s brows went up at the exchange.

We watched them talk for barely thirty seconds before Mallory turned away and headed back toward me.

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