Page 111 of Unhinged
I need a cocktail.
And the night hasn’t even started.
I can hear the music thumping through the walls before I even reach the doors. Sleep Token blares through the speakers, haunting and erotic, a perfect soundtrack for chaos.
I step into the room, and it’s packed. Bikers everywhere. Shooting pool. At the bar. Throwing darts. One of the—I'm assuming—whores is on her knees in front of Arky, her thonged pussy on full display under the joke of a skirt she’s wearing, as she deep-throats him right there in the open.
The smell. All of it. Sweat, smoke, leather, booze—it’s everywhere. And under that? Sex. No mistaking it. It’s thick and gross and kinda dizzying. My brain can barely keep up with all the different scents crashing into each other.
Arky’s buzzed head is tipped back over the chair, jaw slack, eyes shut as she sucks him off like they’re the only two people in the damn room.
Huh. Right here? In front of everyone?
Interesting. Not for me. But hey, no judgment.
She’s on her knees like she was born to kneel, and he’s barely even paying attention. I should be disgusted. Instead, I wonder—would Acid let me fall to my knees in front of him? Would he growl and grip my hair, or would he just watch me with that smug knowing smirk, like I’m exactly where I belong?
Then I feel it—them—before I see them. My alphas.
I turn my head, and there they are. Standing together at the far end of the bar, eyes locked on me like a wolf pack on the hunt. I give them a little finger wave.
The second they catch my scent, it’s like something clicks. I feel it, like this invisible string just yanked tight between us. Acid’s nose flares like he caught a whiff of something he wants to bite into. Arrow’s jaw locks up, and Gears shifts like he’s gotta plant his feet so he doesn’t move.
I make my way to the bar. Bat’s behind it, all goofy grin and lanky limbs. He flashes that crooked smile like he’s never had a bad day in his life. He’s got on a black tee that clings to his wiry body and leather pants that look half-forgotten, barely zipped. I’m pretty sure he just ran water through his hair and called it a day. All golden retriever energy and zero shame.
“What can I get ya, Brydgett?”
“I’ll take a Titos and water.”
“No problem.” He grabs a tall glass, fills it with ice, pours the vodka heavy, then tops it with bottled water.Perfect.
He slides it across the bar and I grab the little squirt bottle I left earlier in the week—my prep work—and drop two quick squirts of Crystal Light into the cup. Stir.
No hangover and I’m hydrating? I’m afucking genius.
I head over to my alphas. Arrow pulls me in and kisses my cheek. Acid follows with a kiss to my lips. Gears just gives a nod.
“Brydgett.”
“Gears.” I smile.
“You look good, Omega.”
“Thank you.”
“You seemed wound up earlier, Gidge. You alright?” Acid asks.
“Yeah, I’m good. But tomorrow I need to talk to you three.”
“We can do that. Mom wants us all to come to dinner tomorrow. Judge too. We’ll chat before it. That work?” Gears says.
“Sounds good.” I take a sip of my drink. “So this is a Renegade party, huh?”
“Yeah. Music, liquor, good times.”
“Saw Arky’s having a realgoodtime.” I smirk.
“He’s missed Aubrey more than he lets on. Swear he’s gonna break every damn rule and make an old lady outta a whore.”
