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No one says anything, which makes my anger grow.

“You fucking prick. I do not know what the fuck she ever did to you, for you to just shatter her heart like that. I am so freaking disappointed in you, Thorin. I would love to learn if vampires grow body parts back after they have been cut off, and you—” I point to the club girls who all jump “—You stay clear of me, orso help me God, I will fucking gut you all with a blunt spoon and laugh while doing it.”

“Fuck me, remind me to never piss your Ol’ Lady off, brother,” I hear someone say.

Camo helps me to my feet, and while everyone is already in the room, he slings his arm around my waist, kissing my neck.

“Skyla is mine. She is my mate and my Ol’ Lady, you treat her with respect or you are fucking done with the Kings, just so I make myself clear, brother or whore.” His voice is strong, showing his intent in confirmation.

The brothers cheer, all except Thorin, who is still standing locked still in the middle of the room, and I hope that he is feeling a ten-ton truck’s weight worth of guilt.

25

Camo

Fuck me, the room is filled with tension, and you can cut it with a knife.

Skyla is standing next to me, her body vibrating with anger. Her hand in mine tightens, as she steps forward in the direction of my brother, who is still standing there like a goddamn statue.

“What the hell was that? How could you, Thorin? You know how she feels about you,” Skyla bitches but I can hear the pain in her tone.

“She isn’t anything special, bitch. Like Thorin said, she should know her place,” Nikki speaks up, and I shit you not, Skyla turns her head to look at her and it is like something out of a horror movie.

“Nothing special? Whore, she is ten times the woman you will ever be. You are nothing but trash, and I swear on my life that if you say one more word about my friend, you should fear falling asleep.”

Skyla brings her gaze back to Thorin, who is now looking down at my dark haired beauty of a woman.

“You fucked up. I thought more of you, Thorin, and you just disappointed me beyond all powers of the supernatural. Why do it, huh? Why not just tell her that she isn’t what you are looking for? Why did you have to humiliate her in front of the cunts who have been tormenting her?”

Thorin’s eyes flash wide, his gaze snapping to the three club girls standing together. Rage pours from him, his eyes turning red, showing his anger, and they shake, little whimpers of fear coming from them.

Good.

“Is this right? Have you been tormenting Delaney?” His voice is filled with so much rage it trembles, and it even shocks me.

“She needed to know her place, like you said.” Shaz steps forward, acting all brave but you can smell the fear on her. “We service the brothers; it is not fair that she gets to do what she wants and look down her nose at us.”

“Delaney came to me months ago and we made a deal, not that it had anything to do with you bitches. I am the fucking president of this club and what I say fuckin’ goes. If you had a problem with Delaney, then you should have come to me and not reverted back to playground acts to hurt someone, who every brother here cares about,” Pres snaps.

“Except Thorin. He is just a prick,” my woman gripes. I inch closer to her, my arm around her waist tightening, holding her to me.

I kiss the side of her head. “Hush, babe.”

“I don’t think it is fair,” Shaz tries again.

Pres’s annoyance and anger grows, as he steps forward into the club girl’s face.

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you think is fair. What I say is fucking fair. You don’t like it, there is the door.” His tone leaves no room for argument but clearly the club girl is dumb as fuck.

Her hands go to her hips, as she glares at Winger, staring him down.

“Does she have a death wish?” Skyla mutters.

I chuckle. “Seems like it.”

“Why does she get special treatment? All of us—” she waves her hand at the other club girls “—do what we are told. We suck your cocks, let you fuck us however you want. Why does she get to not be on her knees like we do?”

“Delaney is not like you whores, she has some self-respect, even if our brother can’t fucking see it. Dumb fuck,” Shift calls out, his voice filled with annoyance.

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