Page 12 of Torn
"Get off of me!" I shout and push at his chest.
"You out of your damn mind bitch? This is my fucking club." He gets into my face, and I start to shake.
“Colt!” A voice booms and I instantly recognize it.
Storm.
"This don't concern you, brother." The man in front of me almost growls out.
“Yea it does. She isn’t a club girl, and she’s here with me.” He steps in between us and I instantly grip his jacket as a silent thank you.
“She ain’t wearing your patch brother which means she’s fair fucking game.”
I feel Storm’s whole body tense.
"You don't want to fucking push this shit." His whole body reverberates as he speaks.
"You two fucking stop it!" A man I've never seen comes out of the club. "Colt, this is Carter's tutor leave her the fuck alone and spread word that while she's here, she isn't to be touched." He doesn't move his eyes boring into mine as I peek around Storm's large frame. "Did I fucking stutter?" The other man says, and his tone is lethal now.
Colt walks away and slams open the door to the building.
"Sorry about that, I'm Twisted Carter's dad." He's got buzzed black hair and a short beard that frames his face. He's intimidating as all hell, but when I look up at his face I see a softness. "I promise that shit won't happen again."
I just nod at him, and his gaze moves to Storm. They seem to almost be silently communicating before he turns and walks back into the building.
He turns breaking my hold on him. His face is a mix of anger and concern. "You gonna listen to me now and stay close?" I nod and place my books on the seat of my car. He takes my hand and leads me inside. If I thought eyes were on me before its even worse now. The room gets dead silent as we walk through it. Colt is sitting at the bar looking at me as if I'm the devil.
We go down the hallway and Storm leads me into a bedroom. It's small but is clean which isn't something I'd really expect. Once the door closes, he tugs my arm pulling me to him and pressing his lips against mine. As much as I'm mad at him, I give into him enjoying the way I feel in his arms.
He pulls away and looks down at me. "You have to listen to me when I tell you what to do, especially here. There are rules and understandings here that you have no idea of. You got me?"
"Yes, I just…I don't know. What even happened? Why did you say all those things then disappear on me?" His face softens a bit, and he takes a step back sitting down on the bed. I move to sit next to him, but he shakes his head.
He pulls me down onto his lap, so I'm straddling him. My breath catches as I realize how close I am to him in this position. "I got called away on club business. I couldn't take my phone or anything else with me, and I couldn't tell anyone I was leaving. I had every intention to come back to you once I dealt with shit but I didn't get back till last night. I meant every fucking thing I said to you." His hand slides up my neck and tangles in my hair. "What happened out there is complicated. Women who come here are coming here, for one thing, to be with the brothers. It's understood that's what they're here for and we take care of them too. It's assumed if you're here you're a club girl unless someone says otherwise which is what Pres just did for you. You won't have any trouble anymore, but that's why I was telling you to stay with me."
My phone buzzes in my pocket, but I ignore it.
“What are you doing with me?” The question comes out before I can stop it.
"Right now, I'm trying to control myself because all I want to do is rip your clothes off and make you mine, but I can feel you're not ready for that. In the future? That a loaded question and an answer I don't know that you're ready for it."
I open my mouth to reply, but my phone starts buzzing in my pocket again. "Jesus Christ." I pull it out and see that it's Pat.
“Yea?”
“Where are you?” He sounds annoyed, great.
"At the library with Sara." Storm bends his head gently kissing my neck, and I lose all train of thought.
“Hello?”
I shake myself out of the trance. “Sorry, what did you say?”
"I said stop lying to me you're not at the library." I freeze, and Storm instantly looks up at in question.
I climb off of him. “How the hell do you know that?”
"I activated the tracking on your phone. I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but you have me worried." He speaks so matter of factly when he talks about invading my privacy.
