Page 14 of Inflame Me
“You’d be surprised.”
I don’t really think I want to know at this point. I look to my mother on the bed, the nasty bed with dirty sheets, and I’m sure the pillows are just as filthy. There’s no way I can let my mom lie on that.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” I say as she smirks at me, giving me her full attention. “Is there any way I could get some clean bedding for my mom? That”—I point to the bed—“is just gross.”
Princess laughs so hard tears begin rolling down her face, catching the attention of the guys who’ve been in hushed conversation. “Oh, honey.” She turns to Dagger. “Dude, she doesn’t even know you yet and can see you as clear as day.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Dagger glares at Princess, and I can’t help the twinge of fear in that stare. Princess doesn’t feel it at all as her laughter continues.
“Your sloppy self.” She shakes her head, turning to me. “I’ll get some new ones.” Turning to the door, she yells, “Blaze!” so loud my ears ring.
I few seconds later, the beautiful brunette who was by the entrance earlier strides through the door. “You bellowed?” Her sarcastic tone tells me these two have a pretty good relationship. I’m pretty sure there aren’t many people who would talk to the woman in front of me like that.
“Can you get some clean sheets, pillow cases, blankets, the works? Dagger’s room is a pit.”
When Blaze smiles, it’s time for me to catch my breath. That one movement lights up her face to the point beyond beautiful. “No problem. I’d change everything, too.”
“Stop giving Dagger shit, or I’ll turn you over my knee,” the guy Dagger called Tug says, smacking Blaze on the ass with a loud thwack.
“Hey! I didn’t do anything wrong,” she teases, not pissed in the least. If anything, her admiring gaze tells me that she’s in love with this man, deeply in love.
She kisses him on the cheek and quickly leaves the room.
“Can I get you anything?” Princess asks just as a huge guy with light hair walks in the room. I’m surprised he can get through the door.
“What’s going on?” the man questions.
“Hey, babe. Two women got beaten up, one killed a guy. Oh! And this one is Dagger’s kid.” She points to me as shock hits the man’s face. “Cruz, Tanner. Tanner, Cruz, my old man.” She winks.
Damn, she did a fine job finding her a man.
“Fucking hell,” he says, joining the man huddle, not really acknowledging me.
“So, what happens now?” I ask Princess.
“The boys will leave and take care of the problem. You’re gonna need to answer all of their questions and not hold anything back.” I nod. I’ve already told them the story, but I’ll answer whatever they’ve got for me.
Holy shit, what have I gotten myself into?
“FUCK, WE DO not need this shit right now,” Cruz says as he enters the group.
He’s not fucking wrong. Ravage has too much shit going on for this to happen right now. Right now, as we speak, Buzz, one of the newest brothers, is hacking some computers we got from a guy who was working with a rival club, and he’s not coming up with a whole hell of a lot. We’re still trying to find out who in the fuck is behind all the bullshit that’s happened to Ravage these past weeks. Then I’m sure we pissed a fuck of a lot of high rollers off when we took out the motherfuckers who kidnapped Blaze, Tug’s ol’ lady. Now this.
“You don’t think I know that shit?” Dagger snarls, going toe to toe with Cruz. “That could be my kid. If she needs protection, we give it.”
I’m not too sure this whole kid thing has sunken in yet for him, but he’s doing what I would do in this situation—clean it up so she doesn’t feel the pain.
When she stepped into the clubhouse, it was like a magnetic force made me go to her. I had bitches lining up to fuck me, but no, I moved to her and have no fucking clue why. She’s just a chick like all the rest of them. Fuck ’n’ go—that’s my motto. Always has been, always will be.
“Stop.” Pops steps into the room, taking everything in. “Dagger, run down,” he orders.
Dagger, our Sergeant at Arms, complies, his eyes swinging first to the mother on the bed then to Tanner. “Tanner,” he calls to her. I don’t know if he just needs to hear it or what the hell that was.
“Hi.” She gives a jaunty wave, putting her hand down quickly. Just that small gesture was sexy as hell, and I’m pretty sure she has no fucking clue.
“That’s Pops. He’s the president around here,” Princess explains to Tanner, who is quietly soaking it all in. “He’s also my blood.” Tanner gasps.
“Your father?”
