Page 21 of Bound by Family
Oh, no, this shit isn’t happening. My night is not going to be ruined because of these stupid assholes.
Poe puts his hand on my thigh like he has every right to, and I sit there, stunned for a brief moment. This man will not touch me, but if I do what I’m about to do, it could cause problems for Sinister.
I glance over to where Cooper is, his eyes now turned away from me. Great, he probably thinks I’m with this guy. What the hell do I care, anyway?
“Get your hands off me,” I growl low as the asshole squeezes my thigh hard, causing a jolt of pain to slice through my leg.
My brain goes into survival mode, pulling up the things I learned over the years. I rip the guy’s hand away, and he pinches me as he leaves my leg. Then I stand up quickly and move down a riser. Unfortunately, it doesn’t give me a whole hell of a lot of distance.
“Come on, Leah, let’s go,” I tell my best friend, whose eyes are round in surprise. “Now,” I bark.
She gets up, and Nick grabs her arm, pulling her back down to the seat. She struggles to get loose.
“Let me go,” she cries as I reach up to grab her. As I do, Poe wraps his arm around my waist, and I pop him good in the shin with my foot. I feel it, too, only having flip flops on, but it’s enough for him to loosen his hold on me to squirm away.
Nick stands. “Bitch, don’t you know who we are?” He grips Leah’s arm hard, and tears spring to her eyes. She hasn’t grown up in this life, has only been my friend. This is going to get so much worse before it gets better if I don’t get us out of this mess.
“I don’t have a clue who you are. Now let go of her, and we’ll go our way,” I try to reason. Nick isn’t having it.
“No, you’re makin’ a scene, so you’re gonna come with us nicely so we don’t get shit from anyone around us. Then I’ll show you exactly who we are.”
Fuck that.
“If I have to scream from the fucking rooftops, you better believe I will. We aren’t going anywhere with you.” I meet him head-on. Yeah, he will hurt me, but I’m not backing down, and there’s no way in hell we are going anywhere with these men.
My heart hammers in my chest, but I force myself to keep cool. Not doing so will only make things even worse, as if they aren’t bad enough already. Fuck me. Once we get out of this, I’m kicking Leah’s ass.
CHAPTER EIGHT
COOPER
The laundromat girl is here. Or, more to the point, the woman. Damn, she’s hotter than the damn devil, all wrapped up in sin. She has more clothes on than half the women here, yet looks a thousand times sexier. If anything, it’s making me wonder what lies beneath the fabric.
Intrigue. That’s exactly what it is.
Three assholes go up the risers, and her eyes turn from mine. In my gut, I want those eyes to look back.
The cuts on the backs of the men say Red Devils MC. We’ve had ties with them before, but nothing that warrants any concern.
Surveying the situation closer, the chick next to Bristyl knows the one guy, but from the body language Bristyl has no clue who any of these men are. It looks innocent enough, and it’s not like she’s mine, so why should I give a fuck?
Turning back to my brothers, we chat about stupid shit and drink. My eyes keep flickering back to Bristyl, though, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Oh … laundromat woman is here,” Ryker says with a hint of humor. “Think she’ll wanna see me again?”
Not sure why, but my blood boils. “No,” is all I say.
“Oh, man, Coop, don’t be doin’ that shit.”
“I’m not doin’ a damn thing.”
Just then, Bristyl jumps to her feet and down a bench. She grabs for her friend, but the asshole next to her pulls her back down. From here, I can see tears in her friend’s eyes. This shit isn’t my business, but I’m making it.
“Come,” I tell Ryker, who taps Green and Jacks.
“Where you goin’, boy?” my dad calls out.
I just point to Bristyl and keep moving through the crowd. I feel my brothers at my back, just like they always are.
