Page 29 of Massacre
Rolling my eyes, I pushed the idiot away from me and got up from the bed, throwing my robe on as I walked to the door. After unlocking it, I flung it open and glared. “Explain to me how it’s your concern who I have in my room?”
King blinked a few times, before his eyes darted to the man lying on my bed, butt ass naked, and he growled.
“Nuh-uh, King.” I snapped my finger, getting his attention. “This is my room, right?”
“Yes, but...”
“Nope. No buts. My room, my rules. Unless you’ve changed your mind and you now want me to make myself available to all the brothers, instead of choosing who I take to my bed?”
I clearly heard Massacre growl from behind me.
“NO!” King blurted out, his face almost paling, then cleared his voice and sneered, pointing his finger behind me. “But he’s supposed to be in the cell downstairs.”
“Speaking of which,” I said, placing my hands on my hips. “Who beat him up yesterday?”
“Well...” King gulped, his eyes widening as I stepped into his space.
“Tell me you didn’t. Tell me you didn’t order the club brothers to beat a man for saving me? Tell me you didn’t order a beat-down because someone got their feelings hurt? Tell me that with all your blustering, you didn’t allow the brothers to take their frustrations out on the man who, from the moment I met him, has only ever wanted to protect me?”
“Amber, it’s not like that. You weren’t downstairs last night.”
“And whose fault is that?” I shouted.
King growled. “Watch your tone, Amber. I’m still the president.”
“And she’s my wife,” a strong, firm voice said from behind me. “Which means you will show her the fucking respect she deserves, or you and I will be going a few rounds in the ring.”
I gasped and rounded on the man, who was now standing behind me with a towel wrapped around his waist. “What do you mean, your wife?!”
Chapter Ten
Massacre
Yeah, I knew there was something I was supposed to tell her last night, but in my defense, I wasn’t ready, and she was in no condition to listen. Besides, I rather enjoyed holding her in my arms until she cried, and it sure as hell wasn’t the right time when I was balls deep in the sweetest pussy ever. Nor was it the time when I carried her to her room, where I fully admit to disrobing her down to her pretty blue bra and panties before climbing in behind her. Plus, I would never admit to having the best night’s sleep of my life. Nope. Not happening, because if looks could kill, all those orgasms I just gave her were about to become a distant memory.
Leaning against the doorjamb, that motherfucker King grinned like a fucking lunatic as she stalked toward me. “Go ahead, Massacre. Answer her. I dare you.”
“Wife?” she sneered, jabbing her sharp, pointy nail into my chest.
“A small technicality, babe,” I quickly spouted off, looking around her room for my jeans. Muttering mainly to myself, I continued as I flung clothes everywhere. “It’s nothing. Really. Shit. Who would have thought I’d be safer in the cell?”
“Speaking of which,” Amber said, grabbing my arm, forcing me to look at her. “Just how in the hell did you get out of that cell? It was locked.”
I sighed, rubbing my eyes with one hand while the other desperately tried to find my jeans. “It’s a long story, babe. One that I’d rather not get into right now.” I knew I was stalling, butthere was no fucking way I was giving away trade secrets with King still watching in rapt attention like a fucking kid in a candy store. “Let’s just say I have my ways,” I added, trying to sound casual.
“Your ways, huh?” Amber narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying my vague explanation. “Well, your ‘ways’ better include a damn good explanation of why you think we’re married.” Her voice rose with each word, her grip on my arm tightening.
“Ow, babe, you’re hurting me!” I cried as her eyes narrowed. Okay, so that was a lie. An earthworm had a tighter grip, but I was willing to work with anything to get my ass out of this situation. “Look, it’s not what you think. I can explain everything; I promise. Just give me a chance to put some clothes on, will ya?”
Rummaging around in her room some more, I finally found my jeans. “Eureka!” I smiled, then looked at her beautiful face. “Some privacy please?”
“Are you kidding me?” she snapped. “You just had your head between my legs!”
“I’m shy.” I pouted, holding my jeans and T-shirt close to my chest as she glared at me then huffed, spinning around. The second her back was turned, I glared at King, blew him a kiss, then gave him the one-finger bird, before I hightailed it into the bathroom. Quickly putting my clothes on, I ran my hands through my damp hair before opening the door once more. Sticking my head out, I asked, “Hey, babe, you got a hairdryer I can use? Can’t go out with wet hair. I could catch a cold or something.”
“Bottom drawer.” She rolled her eyes as she sat on her bed.
“Thanks, babe!” I smiled, shutting the door again. Quickly finding her hairdryer, I turned it on while I fished out my cell phone and called the only person who would help me.
