Page 33 of Wicked Oath

“Embrace it, Little Flower,” Talon says. “We are the black sheep of society; the ones who live in the moment and don’t give a fuck what anyone else thinks.”

“Okay,” I say softly, fidgeting as we walk.

“He’s spotted her. Vince and Cheryl are with him,” Viper says quietly.

“Just make sure they don’t get too close to her,” Talon says calmly. How in the fuck is he so calm? Is it not bothering him that the man who wants to kill him is right behind us? Maybe I’m just freaking out because I know he is going to fucking kill me. For marrying him... for accepting him… For the tattoo. All of it. He’s going to kill me, and I can’t see past that paranoia right now.

We get to a table upfront, and Talon help me take my jacket off. I hesitate when he goes to help take the cardigan off, but he moves slower and I’m able to let him take it off. “He’s watching me, isn’t he?” I ask.

“Yes, but you’re safe,” he says, laying my cardigan across the back of my chair with my leather jacket. I am wearing tight jeans, knee-high, leather boots, and a tight white halter top shirt. Talon is wearing jeans, boots, and a simple white T-shirt. The others are wearing something strikingly similar whereas everyone else in the room is in expensive suits and designer dresses. Part of me feels weird not dressing up like that, but I fucking hated dressing like that. I hated wearing a dress that cost thousands of dollars only to never pull it out of the closet again.

“Incoming,” Viper says, moving to stand beside me.

“Well, look what the trash dragged in,” Logan says with a smirk.

“What is this, 2005?” Talon asks. “What do you want?”

“My fiancée,” Logan says, looking at me. “Are you okay?”

“Fuck you,” I snap.

“You have gotten awfully courageous for a bitch who cries when she gets fucked,” Logan smirks. “Something you two have in common I suppose.”

We’ve all heard the phrase that someone saw red when they got mad, but I never understood. Hearing Logan spew that bullshit and feeling the way Talon shrinks a bit sends me into a blind rage. I go from slightly hiding behind Talon and Viper to pulling the knife I had hidden on the inside of my boot. Talon grabs me before I can get too close, and I can’t help but laugh at the fear that flashes in his eyes.

“Where the fuck did you get a knife from?” Viper laughs.

“Is this what he’s made you?” Logan asks. “What did he do to my meek little fiancée?”

“He freed me, you fucking asshole,” I growl.

“Delaney, you need to calm down,” Vince scolds. “You are making a scene.”

“A scene?” I laugh. “I can show you a goddamn scene, motherfucker. Who in the fuck do you think you are coming over here? What gives you the right to think you can talk to us at all?”

“Watch your mouth right now,” he seethes.

“Or what?” I ask. “What are you going to do about it, Vince?”

“It’s funny, Delaney. This time three days ago, you were on your knees with my cock down your throat,” Vince smirks. “Bet youdidn’t tell Talon that, huh? I bet you didn’t tell him how you swallowed me just like the good little whore we trained you to be. I bet he’s enjoying the benefit of that training though, huh?”

“Fuck you, Vince,” I say through gritted teeth as a tear runs down cheek.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he laughs. “I find it interesting that you are willing to go after Logan… but not me. Not feeling brave anymore, Delaney?”

Vince steps toward me and Talon abruptly lunges at Vince, prompting Viper to quickly pull me back when Logan moves to attack Talon. Without missing a step, Talon swings and punches Logan in the jaw before grabbing Vince by the throat and squeezing until his face turns a deep shade of purple.

“You ever put you hand on my wife again, I will fucking kill you,” Talon promises. “I am not that child you raped at night for fun anymore. I am not someone to overlook, because I will be the death of you, Vince.”

Logan stands and Rogue speaks calmly. “Touch him and I’ll break your fucking neck.”

“I will be the end of you for what you’ve done to my wife,” Talon says with a promise in his voice. “I’d advise that the next time you decide you want to approach us… don’t.”

“Talon, stop it,” Cheryl scolds. She goes to grab his arm, and I suddenly pull away from Viper. She screams out when I grab her wrist and twist it before shoving her toward Logan.

Talon releases Vince and grabs me. Before Cheryl can turn around, Logan steps between her and I while Vince is trying subtly to gasp for air. “Are you okay?” Talon asks me, cupping my cheek.

“Her? She tried to break my arm. I am your mother,” Cheryl whines.

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