Page 61 of Scarred Sacrifice
“You can’t inject that anywhere else?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Nope,” she says sternly, yet still avoiding eye contact.
I stand slightly while leaning against the bed for support and undo my jeans, just enough for her to stab the needle in my ass. I bend over and she jabs it in hard. “Ow!” I hiss.
“Baby,” Eden mutters.
I pull my jeans back up. “Right, can we go now?” I ask.
“Yeah, but you can tell Bernie,” Eden says as she stands. I stand with her, still feeling wobbly, but sturdier on my feet.
“I thought Betsy said you have to tell her,” I point out.
She looks at me. “I’m saying you can tell her,” she quips.
I rub my face. Fuck, these women are a pain in my ass. As we walk into the main bar area, we see Bernie giving food to the few lap dogs I’ve seen about. Not that cunt Nathanial, who I am dying to beat his ass. I eye each of them, wondering which one Mor has slept with, feeling jealousy rising within me.
“No point trying to guess. She’s had all of them,” Eden mutters to me. I snap my gaze to her. She grins. “Jealous much?” She winks.
“Why the fuck would you tell me that?” I snap.
She shrugs. “No different than a male club with their bunnies. Suck it up, buttercup,” she sings before yelling. “Bernie, Mor has gone to take out Henry on her own, and she’s admitted she’s in love with Nyx,” Eden says as she walks over to grab a drink.
Bernie places her hands on her hips and glares at me. “And you let her go alone, after she admitted she loved you?” Bernie chastises. Immediately, I feel like I’m a kid again being told off by my grandma for stealing a cookie.
“She drugged me and told me in the note that she left that she was in love with me,” I defend.
“Note,” Bernie demands, holding out her hand. Betsy hands it to her.
“How come you have it?” I ask.
“Evidence.” Betsy shrugs.
“Evidence for what?” I ask, confused.
“Just in case she denies ever falling in love, we have the proof to shove in her face.” Eden grins.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “How are you not fucking concerned that she is in serious shit right now? She could be fighting for herfucking life, and you are all just laughing, joking, and eating fucking chicken!” I rant.
Betsy puts down the piece of chicken and wipes her mouth, looking down at her hands.
Eden moves to stand protectively in front of her. “Know your fucking place. Yell like that again, I will shove that chicken up your ass,” she hisses.
I take in a slow, steadying breath. “I’m sorry,” I breathe out. I lean around and look to Betsy. “I’m sorry,” I apologise.
“Good. Now let’s go and get our girl,” Eden says, patting my cheek.
I want to yell finally, but I keep my mouth shut. I’m just desperate to get to her. I need to get to her.
We head to the van and Eden pauses. “What a bitch.” She grins, looking down at the flat tyre. She clicks her fingers and the two lap dogs begin changing the tyre.
“So, are they the club’s servants or something?’ I ask.
Betsy frowns. “No! They are here because they choose to be. We don’t just use them like they’re nothing.
“Well, Mor did.” Eden snorts. A growl of irritation rumbles from my chest. “Sorry,” she mutters, wincing.
I walk around to the driver’s seat, about to get in.
