Page 45 of Wild Side
“Rose,” Halo grunts. “Got somethin’ you probably should know.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
MAVERICK
The complete rageand betrayal Rose communicates is nothing less than I would expect from a brother who feels disrespected. It’s the same anger that Halo walked in here with, ready to shoot first and ask questions later. However, neither man has a goddamn leg to stand on.
Zadie is pregnant withmybaby. Mine. And I outrank him any fucking day of the week. Same goes for Rose. Halo technically outranks him, although it goes against their unspoken rules. That being said, Sable is indeed a fucking adult and not an old lady.
“You never said she was off-limits,” Halo tries to justify.
It doesn’t work. There is no justifying what this fucker has done, not to his own brother and certainly not to me.
“Fuck you,” Rose growls.
Halo ends the call and shoves his phone in his pocket, his gaze flicking to mine. “Happy?”
“No, I am not fucking happy,” I grind out. “You’re breathing.”
Sable moves to the middle of the room and looks at Bullet. I don’t know if she’s pleading or what, but when she speaks, it falls on deaf ears. She’s a cunt. I don’t even have to have a single conversation with her to know that much.
“Just let us go home. No harm, no foul. My dad knows, and now they can deal with it back in California.”
“Did you think this was about you?” Bullet asks.
She blinks and takes a step backward. Clearly, she thinks that little conversation was actually about her when it indeed was not. That confession was about control, it was about having the upper hand, about dominance.
“Wasn’t it?” she whispers.
“No, bitch,” I snap. “It wasn’t. Shut the fuck up.”
I am so done with this conversation. I know Bullet is dragging this out in an effort to mindfuck Halo, but I don’t care any longer. I want to go to my woman. I need to know that she’s okay, and I need to know that in a variety of ways, all of which include both of us being naked.
She presses her lips together, her eyes wide as she flicks her gaze between each of us, then finally stops on Bullet. Thankfully, he seems to be as done with this shit as I am. He jerks his chin up slightly, his focus on Halo as his lips stretch into a sinister smile.
“You’re eighty-sixed.”
“What?” Halo hisses.
“You’re done. I don’t want anyone in my club who would lay hands on a pregnant woman. Don’t give a fuck whose property she is.”
Shocker clears his throat in the background, likely not having left his spot on his barstool, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t been listening and isn’t paying attention. Because he is. He’s payingcloseattention.
I hear him shift around behind me, then he sidles up to Bullet. He murmurs something inaudible to Bullet. I’m not sure what, his voice was too fucking low.
“Yeah, you’re right,” Bullet mutters, then shifts his focus back to Halo. “You can’t walk out of here alive.”
I can’t hide my smile. It consumes me immediately. Halo lifts his hands, his palms facing us as he shakes his head from side to side. He opens then closes his mouth, then opens it again. He looks like a floppy-ass fish, which makes me laugh softly because this is what I wanted, and the look on his face is priceless.
“Why?” Halo asks. At the same time, Sable cries out.
“You know why,” I growl.
“If I knew why, I wouldn’t be asking,” he snaps.
Sable cries out again, but I ignore the bitch. The door to the bar opens, and light spills in. We all stop talking and turn to face the door. It’s Robin. He holds his hands out and calls out to the room that he’s here, as if we’ve all been waiting for him.
Viking, who I hadn’t realized has been watching from somewhere in the distance, shuffles toward him, slings his arm around his shoulders, and distracts him. Bending his neck, he guides him away from our huddle and toward the hallway where the guest room is.
