Page 3 of Bound by Wreckage
“We doin’ this shit out here?” I ask, seeing all the bodies, therefore ears listening to what we say. That isn’t going to work.
“Let’s have a few drinks and catch up.”
“Not what we came for,” Green adds in, leaning back in the seat and crossing his arms over his chest. “Not the kind ofmen with the time to simply shoot the shit, Buck.”
Buck raises his hand, and a couple seconds later a beautifully striking woman steps up to the table and sets down a bottle of whiskey and three glasses.
Her long red hair is hard to miss, but so are the legs, tits, and ass. She has all of that in spades. The skirt and barely there shirt leave little to the imagination. It’s her eyes,though that catch me off guard.
Normally in our clubhouse the mommas are there because they want to be. They’re happy and excited to stay and provide their services as long as we protect them. It’s a win-win situation. Not that we have many mommas anymore considering only a few of us are single.
This woman’s eyes are void, empty, and there is not one drop of life in them. She smiles,but it is completely for show because her gaze is still the same. I could have a gun to her head and more than likely, she wouldn’t move.
For such a gorgeous woman, why is she so down? Why is there no light or spark? Where did it go?
She’s broken, and I read it in her depths. She hides it well. No one else seems to take notice of her. She blends. But underlying, she’s checked out.
And why the hell does she look familiar?
“Anything else Buck?” Her voice is honey dripping slowly off a spoon. Sweet and sensuous. One that would be sexy as fuck screaming my name when she comes.
“This is my sister, Carsyn,” Buck introduces, grabs Carsyn’s hand, and pulls her to him. He then plants a kiss on her lips, hard and rough. I wait for the shit show in front of meto end. It’s a painful sight to see her frozen in place and forced to take what he gives.
My stomach twists at the sight before me. This prick is fucking his sister? Knew he was a sick fuck, but didn’t know he lost all sense of reason. I want to hurl thinking of how fucked in the head someone must be to cross those kinds of lines.
As I watch the exchange, Carsyn doesn’t kiss himback. She holds herself steady, but she doesn’t initiate any moving or reciprocation. Buck pulls back, his fist coming up and landing smack dab on Carsyn’s cheek with a loud crack.
She screams in pain as her head flings to the side. Both Green and I jump from our seats as she stumbles. No way in fuck are we sitting there while this shit is going on. Anger boils over like lava from a volcano,and it takes every bit of my restraint not to lay Buck out.
“What the fuck was that?” I bark, moving over to the woman, who puts her arm out warding me away. It’s futile, because I’m going to make sure she’s okay.
First Buck kisses his sister and then punches her as if she were a man. The kicker is—no one in this room is even looking our way. It’s a telling sign. It’s like this isa normal occurrence that doesn’t warrant their attention. That pisses me off.
Buck scoots out of the seat, grabbing the woman by her long red hair and pulling her to him. “Fuckin’ bitch. You make a fool of me in front of my guests!” His rage causes the vein in his forehead to throb.
“Sorry, Buck. I wasn’t thinking.”
Buck grabs Carsyn’s arm, holding it so tight red forms aroundhis handprints. She cringes and bites her lip, but says no more. Green reaches over to me, a hand on my shoulder. He can tell I’m about ready to burst and with as many people that are here, that could end very badly. Logically, I know not to get into Buck’s business, because it in no way affects my club or me.
Unfortunately, that’s the code in our world. If it’s not our business, we standdown. Except in Ravage, not one fucking brother would ever let shit like this fly. Women may get claimed, but they aren’t treated like toys to be played with and put on a shelf. My mother would never allow such behavior from any brother to any one woman in our presence. My father would take her back. We all know better. We’re not the kind of men like Buck and these boys who push their weight aroundlike this.
The man inside is itching to take Buck out and show him what it’s like to be hit.
“Leave,” he orders her, then releases his grip. She stumbles back, but catches her footing. Carsyn then disappears in the crowd like smoke.
Buck sits down as if nothing happened.
I can’t stop myself from asking, “What in the hell was that?”
“My house, boys. What I dohere is no concern to you.”
This is very true. Someone coming into Ravage and having an opinion on what we do wouldn’t fly. But fuck me. That’s his sister.
Even the thought of kissing Austyn like that makes me want to vomit repeatedly and cut out my tongue. What brother would do that shit?
My opinions don’t matter in this case, but I can’t help the rage that’s building insideof me. Part of me wants to beat the fuck out of him. The other part wants to slice his throat. Either way, right now, that isn’t happening.
Instead of sitting, I stand by the edge of the table. “Let’s talk. Privately. We got shit to do and don’t need to waste time.” Not to mention, we need to get the fuck out of here before I kill him with my bare hands.
