Page 41 of Daughters of Chaos

His generous orgasm donations help balance out the negatives with the positives. He almost makes things feel normal, but there's no such thing as normal when you live in the inner sanctum of an MC that has pissed off rivals. Especially when the MC president is your father. That alone puts a massive target on your back.Mine and Nix's.

Just like that, the dread creeps back in. "Hey," Jesse says softly. "You okay?"

I shake myself out of my haze. "I'm fine."

The look he shoots me tells me he isn't buying it. Suddenly, warm arms circle my waist, and Jesse's hot breath ghosts across the skin of my neck. "Do we need to disappear to the back room for a few minutes? Take your mind off whatever it is that's got you frowning?"

His offer of a quickie gets my heart pumping. As I'm about to respond, a gruff voice cuts through the air, making both of us freeze. "No one comes here to watch you two hook up behind the bar. Knock that shit off."

Jesse hides his smile in my neck. "Whoops." He loosens his grip on me as he turns to our audience. "Someone's got their panties in a bunch this morning."

Reaper glares daggers, looking more annoyed than anyone has the right to be at this hour of the day. "What's Prez gonna say if he walks in and sees you two bangin' one out over the bar?"

Reluctantly, Jesse pulls away from me, sending me a look that says,We'll finish this later.I go back to stocking coolersand wiping down the bar, shooting Reaper death stares every few minutes.Just because he's not getting any doesn't mean he needs to cockblock everyone else.

I'm sure it's no fun being fifth wheeled at night when Nix and Raptor and Jesse and I disappear for some M-rated extracurriculars. Those two aren't exactly quiet, and Jesse and I don't put extra effort into tamping down our noises either, but damn.Get over it, dude.

Maybe he's extra moody because of his interrupted sleep patterns. Maybe he's jealous. Maybe he wants everyone around him to be as miserable as he is.Whatever the reason, he needs to knock it the fuck off. Just because he isn't getting it in doesn't mean he should make the rest of us suffer with him.

"Stupid prick," I mutter to myself.

For the rest of my shift, I make sure that Reaper has a front-row seat to my flirtations with Jesse. Every batted lash, every sultry word, every not-so-innocent touch shared for Mr. Cockblock to witness. I'm not sure what I'm doing registers with the jackass until I meet his eye as I graze my ass over Jesse's crotch while reaching for an ice scoop. His scowl and shaking head show that he noticed, and it pisses him off.

I smirk victoriously as our eyes meet.Serves you right for trying to ruin my fun.

After our shift, we don't head back to the house as usual. Viper summoned us to the clubhouse with a cryptic order. So, I hold on tight to Jesse as we speed toward Viper's place, wondering what's going on. We weren't told much, which doesn't help my irritability.

Maybe afterward, Jes and I can disappear for a while to work off some stress.

The thought eases my tension a bit. Sex tends to have that effect on me, but something in my gut tells me it won't be so easy this time. Even as we ride, I have a strange feeling that someone is watching me. I look behind us and see Reaper's glare spearing into me.

Fucking dickhead.

As much as he irritates me, I'm relieved it's just him and not one of Dom's guys sending my senses into overdrive. The overwhelming feeling of paranoia that's been shadowing me lately is new and unnerving. It pisses me off, making me anxious for a fight.

If I don't let off some steam soon, the next person who crosses me will regret every decision they ever made. The twisted part of me takes pleasure in that idea. The part of me that basks in the darkness takes joy in the thought of violence. She's itching to come out to play.

At the clubhouse, that feeling only gets worse the second we step inside. The guys are throwing a party, and the club's whores are on the guest list. I recognize Misty Whatever and her gaggle of sweetbutts from previous encounters.One stupid word out of her mouth, and she's done.

A leggy brunette and a tan redhead notice our arrival. The brunette perks up when she sees Reaper, prowling over to run a long talon down his chest. She murmurs something to him, and he manages to look somehow more annoyed than he did on the ride over. I grow livid when the redhead eyes Jesse.

A low snarl leaves my throat, making the girl's face pale. She has enough sense to avert her gaze and scurry off to find other entertainment for the night. A warm arm wraps around my shoulders as Jesse chuckles. "You stakin' a claim, Rae?"

I look up at him with a shrug. "I don't like to share. And tonight, you're mine."

Jesse grins as he pulls me to an open spot on the couch, tugging me onto his lap. I relax into him as his fingers play with the skin along the hem of my shirt while Reaper and his fangirl take up another seat.

We don't have to wait long before the missing members appear with my sister in tow. Nix smiles as she brushes out her hair with her fingers. She'd ridden with Raptor by the looks of it, and I'm not the only one who noticed.Skank Queen Misty lets out a loud screech. "Are you fucking kidding me? You gave up this," she gestured a hand down her side, "forher?"

The smile disappears from Phoenix's face, igniting my rage. "She's not cut out to be your old lady, Raptor. It should be me." Misty makes the mistake of stepping closer to my sister. "Once he's done fucking you, he'll be right back where he belongs."

The flash of hurt in my sister's eyes is the last straw. I snap, vaulting from Jesse's lap toward the skank who should have shut her mouth long ago. "Fuck you, bitch! You aren't even half the woman Phoenix is. You're just a washed-up, dollar bin whore."

I'm lunging for Blondie when Jesse's arms catch me at the last second. Misty's wide eyes blink in shock as he struggles to pull me away. Then, the room goes silent. I thrash in Jesse's grip, wanting to rip the bitch to shreds as a dark cloud enters the room.

Raptor is glaring at Misty as he holds Nix close. Her gaze suddenly leaves the blonde with limited minutes and focuses on something else. I follow her gaze and find Viper standing at the threshold of the living room, looking murderous.

Recovered from her shock, Misty starts screeching again, this time at me. Her shrill words are silenced with Viper's booming order. "Enough!" The walls rattle at the volume, and everyone in the room goes still. "Sweetbutts need to leave. Now!"

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