Page 3 of Torching Vixen
I look at Duck, who is staring at the girl behind the bar. I look around again and know that we are not staying in this shit hole any longer than we have to. Pretending that I don’t know exactly what I want, I keep looking around and then lock eyes with the girl on his lap. When I see her pupils grow with lust, I know I will be taking her with me.
“I want the girl on your lap,” I state like it’s nothing.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Fire’s face turns bright red.
I lean forward, placing my forearms on the table. Normally, I don’t repeat myself, but, in this instance, I’m happy to. “I said: I want the girl in your lap, and not just for the night. She’s mine.”
Fire and Ice pull their guns, and before they know what is going on, my boys have their guns out and pointed at the two fuckers The thing about our club is we’re all former military. So, when we showed up, we did it in shifts and spread out around the edges of the room. Now, with our guns out, we’ve created a nice big circle around all the dumb fucks who aren’t high.
I don’t pull my gun or even stand. I just raise my eyebrow. “What’s it going to be?”
The next second, Fire pushes the girl off his lap. The sound her knees make when she hits the floor makes me want to pull my gun and shoot this dumb fuck in the face. But I don’t want to start a blood bath with her in the room. I would not handle things well if she were hurt, and fuck, I don’t even know her name.
I help her off the floor and wrap my arm around her shoulders. Pulling her close to my side, I breathe her in and can’t hide the groan that leaves my lips at the sweetness I smell under the cigarette smoke. She trembles at my touch, and my cock goes to half-mast.
“What’s your name, sweets?” I ask her.
“Everyone here calls me Vixen,” she replies without looking me in the eyes, and that just won’t do.
“When you talk to me, you look me in the eyes. Got me?” I wait for her answer, and she finally nods.
“On this note, we’re going to go,” I state, turning us to the door.
Vixen refuses to take a step, and it grates that she wants to stay. Maybe I read her wrong, and she is a junkie like everyone else here.
“Vixen, we’re leaving, unless you want me to lay waste to this club,” I inform her to get her moving.
She looks up at me and the inferno burning in her eyes almost makes me take a step back. “I don’t give a damn what you do to this place. But I will not leave the only pictures I have of my parents, but most of all, I will not leave my cousin in this hell.”
I did not judge her wrong at all.
3
Vixen
After four years of being told my place and how to act, I don't usually act this way. I know this can potentially be bad for me, or even worse, Logan, but I let my irritation show.
“And who might your cousin be?” He doesn’t look angry but amused.
I glance at Logan, who is looking at me with so much hope I almost lose it. The big god must follow the direction because he points right at Logan and tells her to come. She puts down the rag she was wringing in her hands and pulls her shoulders back, head held high, and walks over to us.
“Are you Vixen’s cousin?”
“Yeah, I am.” She stares at the ground.
“Duck, you and this little lady go get the shit Vixen was talking about. Then, we’ll hit the road.” He commands without looking away from me.
“You got it, boss. Come on, little red, let’s get to it,” the guy, Duck, says, wrapping a massive arm around Logan’s shoulders.
“Can you at least tell me your name?” I ask the god standing in front of me.
“Torch,” he replies, sticking his hand out.
I put my much smaller hand in his and shake, but when I go to remove it, he pulls me to him. Looking into his eyes as we stand chest to chest, the rest of the world fades away. For the first time since our moms passed, I feel like I’m truly safe. I hope he doesn’t turn on me or throw me out when he finds out about my little secret.
“You mother fucking piece of shit! You are fucking dead, and anyone else who has had a hand in what happened to her will be following you into the ground,” Duck bellows as he barrels down the hallway and slams Ice face-first into the table.
“Duck, what the fuck?” Torch questions, slightly stepping in front of me.
