Page 18 of Chaos (Deathstalkers MC)
I should walk down there to him and tell him what I really want.
Tell him how scared I am to end up like my parents, and how everything that happened with Viper still haunts me.
I should do a lot of things but I’m a goddamn idiot.
I turn around and knock on the door. No one answers, but Randy’s car is in the driveway so I know he is home. I try the knob and it’s unlocked so I walk in.
I shut the door and force myself not to look back.
I can hear music coming from upstairs so I follow it.
That’s when I find the man I came here to give myself to.
The one I had hoped would save me from a life I only associated with pain and heartache.
The man with his dick currently buried in someone else.
Chapter Twelve
Torch
It takes every ounce of control I have to not go after her. I would have if I hadn’t talked to Twisted earlier. He told me I need to let her come to me. The more I try to force myself on her, the more I’m pushing her away. Tracie has it in her head that this asshole is the kind of man she needs. As much as I’ve tried to convince her that she is wrong, it isn’t working. She needs to come to that conclusion herself.
I watch the flame spark and go out time and time again from my lighter. She asked me about it the other day, but it wasn’t the time to share my past with her. I haven’t really talked to anyone about it. Everyone has their own shit that they keep to themselves and for me, my story isn’t one I care to spread around.
The scent of smoke hits my nose and I look around me trying to find the source. The neighborhood seems to be quiet though so I brush it off to maybe someone grilling in their backyard.
I stare at the house hating that she is in there with him. The fact that his hands could be on her instead of mine is enough to drive me fucking crazy. If this is where she’ll be most nights, I might need to trade off with one of the prospects because there is no way in hell I can show this much self-control again.
I smell the smoke again, this time even stronger. I stand up straighter and that’s when I hear her voice yelling. My feet start to move on their own, racing toward her. My heart pounds as I remember the smell of smoke, the cries of people I love. I speed up rounding the house and entering the backyard. I come to a dead stop when I see the sight in front of me.
Tracie is screaming at the asshole that lives here while she stands in front of a pile of his shit that’s burning. Her hands are on her hips while her long blonde hair hangs down her back. She has never looked sexier than she does putting him in his place, standing in front of the flames, in that sexy red dress.
I can’t hear everything she’s saying but she yells something about a slut, and him regretting it. Fucker has no idea what he threw away. I can’t help but be happy though, now that he’s out of the way there is no one standing between us. I don’t care what everyone keeps telling me.
I’m done letting her come to me.
Tonight, I’m taking her.
He pulls his cell out of the pants he has on and I know it’s time to get her the hell out of here. I walk up to them, passing her and heading straight for him. I grab the thin phone out of his hand throwing it across the yard. “Make that call and I’ll break your fucking hands. We both know you deserved this shit. Now it’s time to tuck your dick in between your legs, go back into that house, and never speak to her again.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are? This is my house. I won’t—”
I fist his shirt and lift him an inch off his feet. “I’m the one who will put you in the ground if you ever even look in that girl’s direction again. I don’t give a shit who you are. We are leaving. Put out the fire and don’t you dare call the cops.” I let him go and smile as he falls on his ass.
I turn around to see Tracie glaring at me. “Yeah, I know. You aren’t coming with me, I shouldn’t have done anything, blah fucking blah.” I take her arm leading her around the house to my bike.
She rips her arm from my grasp. “Get off of me, Torch. You should have minded your own damn business.”
I sit down on my bike. “I’m gonna tell you once, get on. I’ll send someone for your car.” She opens her mouth to argue. “I’m warning you, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” We stare at each other for a few minutes before she begrudgingly climbs onto the bike. Feeling her try to maneuver in the tight dress brings a smile to my face, especially knowing that her skirt has to be hiked way up and barely covering her ass.
Her hands reluctantly grip my hips; I wrap them around my waist before pulling away from the house. Having her on my bike pressed against me feels so good. It’s all I’ve wanted for the longest time. She might think I’m taking her home but there is only one place that she’ll be tonight and that’s my bed.
I feel her tense when she realizes where we are going.
I know she will fight me and if I’m honest, I’m looking forward to it.
Chapter Thirteen
