Page 35 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“Alright, that image was definitely unneeded. We’re going to take a nap and then we’ll go get Riley's stuff later this afternoon,” I get out between stomach cramping laughter.
Riley’s laughter dies suddenly when we hit the mouth of the hallway. I’m unable to stop my forward momentum, slamming into her back.
“Fuck, babe. What the hell?” I grumble, trying my best to steady my legs, and not take us both down in the meantime.
“There… there’s too many people,” Riley mumbles, starting to shake.
I look past her shoulder seeing that the great room is indeed full of brothers, Ol’ ladies, and even a few club girls sprinkled in. Fuck, with the conversation with Steel ending the way it did, I didn’t think to warn her that we couldn’t keep the brothers away anymore.
“Riley, what can we do to get you through that room? If you’re going to be staying with us, there's going to be brothers around. Let's take each encounter as it comes. For this one, what can we do to get you into our room?” I speak close to her ear, trying my best not to spook her.
“I don’t know.” Riley turns, shaking so hard I’m shocked she’s able to stay standing. She grabs my shirt, holding fistfuls in her hands, and hides her face against my chest.
Razor steps up behind me, speaking low, “Why don’t we have everyone take a seat? That way, they can’t come at you. I’ll go out first. Riley, you’ll step in behind me with Flyboy behind you, that way if anyone moves, they’ll have to come through us first.”
Riley doesn’t move for a long moment before nodding her head. She turns, pressing her back to my front, causing pride and happiness to crash through the dark place I’ve been in since the accident. I press a kiss to the top of her head before resting my chin there, lending her what little strength I can. Razor watches us, waiting for her to give him the go ahead.
“Yeah, let’s try that,” she barely gets out through chattering teeth.
Razor gives her a small smile before turning to go into the great room.
“Alright, ladies and assholes, I need everyone to take a seat. I don't care where or how. Just sit your asses down until Riley makes it into Flyboy’s room.” Razor’s tone leaves no room for argument.
We hear some shuffling around that brings pride to my chest, knowing that none of the brothers fought the order or had anything to say about the strange request. They’ll have questions and want to know what’s going on, but right now, they’re just doing what needs to be done to make someone feel safe.
“Alright, let's get you moving. You both look like you’re about to fall over.” Razor grins at Riley before turning away.
Riley steps up behind Razor, and I’m directly behind her. “We’re good to go, brother.”
CHAPTER
NINETEEN
Riley
I focusin on one spot on the back of Razor’s shirt, praying that I’ll make it through the room without losing it completely. We move out of the hallway and into the great room, where I expected it to be overwhelmingly loud, only there is a quiet murmur of brothers talking amongst themselves. I suck in oxygen, not realizing I had been holding my breath. I summon every ounce of bravery I have, lifting my eyes from Razor’s back to look around the room at large. What I find nearly brings me to my knees.
All the brothers are sitting around, chatting and laughing. None of them seem to be outwardly watching us. I catch the eye of Duck, who just winks, and then kisses Lil’ Red on the side of her head. I continue looking over at the brothers in the room, making eye contact with Torch, who just lifts his glass before going back to speaking with Pretty Boy, Coin, and Wesson. All my fear and anxiety rush from my system so fast I nearly fall to the floor, until I hear the voice of someone that I don’t know.
“Why the fuck do we have to stop everything for some little nobody?” A bleach blonde antagonizes, trying to rally herself some support from others in the audience.
“What you’re doing is obeying the order of a fucking brother. So, if your ass intends to stay in this club, you’ll sit down and shut the fuck up,” Flyboy thunders, causing me to jump.
“This is complete, fucking bullshit! We were having a good time, and now, it’s all come to a fucking stop for some piece of ass that no one gives two fucks about!” The same nasty bitch bites out through clenched teeth, and a hand plastered onto her hip which is cocked out to the side.
Vixen shows up behind her without a sound, grabbing the club whore by the back of the head, saying, “The thing you seem to have forgotten, is that you’re nothing but a piece of ass, and have no right to do anything other than suck dick.”
“You stupid cunt, let me go! You’re nothing special either,” the stupid woman snaps at a very angry Vixen, who has a hold of her.
“I guess when they say you lose brain cells every time you bleach your hair, it’s a true statement, because you’re one dumb bitch.” Vixen’s smile is so evil that the devil himself would run and hide from her wrath.
“Riley, sweetie, turn away, this is about to get bloody,” Edge advises, her laugh brings about the same level of malice as Vixen’s smile. She could do a sound thingie for Halloween with how diabolical her chuckle sounds.
“Not this time,” I whisper, locking eyes with Vixen.
If Flyboy was serious about claiming me, I have to take control of my fears, and this is where I’ll start. Being in this room, with all these men, and not being a shivering, crying disaster, is already putting me one step ahead. I give Vixen a barely there nod.
“I knew you had it in you! Now, let’s deal with the fucking trash,” Vixen sing-songs before slamming the whore’s face into the table in front of her, over and over.
