Page 29 of War's Witch
By the smirk on Target’s face, I can tell shit is about to hit the fan because he likes to piss people off.
“Can I help you, man?”
War glares at my friend, but Target is not easily intimidated. This man is the VP of the Rugged Skulls MC and is a single dad to two gorgeous twins.
“You need to keep your fucking eyes off my woman.”
Freaking hell, this man does not know when to quit, does he?
I know that we feel this intense connection, one that is fucking soul touching, but can I really let another man into my life only for him to break me again? He still has mad love for his dead wife, and I will not compete with a dead person.
“I am not your woman, for fuck’s sake, War. We have had a few nights together and yes, you fucked me stupid, but you do not come into my place of work and claim me.” I raise my voice to get his attention off Target.
His gaze comes to mine, and I feel his anger, but it does not scare me. He is pissed at the situation, not necessarily at me.
“The fuck I can’t. It was me making you scream, my name you were calling out, and it was my cock that you came on,” War replies, his voice clearly showing his anger, this time directed at me.
His words slam me in the chest. I know I am a touchy bitch, but to hear him speak so boldly about what we have done together makes my stomach knot. Why is he acting like this?
Shaking my head, I look at him and see a flicker of regret in his eyes as he watches me.
“Okay, calm the fuck down. Listen, man, you do not come here and blast what you did to our girl in front of her clients,” Target jumps in and it only angers War more.
I know that in a fight, it would be evenly matched, but Target has the guys here for backup; War is on his own.
“She is mine.” He cuts Target off.
Target’s face changes and he stands to full height. His size is imposing to most people but matches War’s size. I go to reach forward to touch Target and get his attention off the angry biker, just as I see War’s gaze track the movement and his anger spikes so fucking high, NASA will see it.
The room turns ice cold as he throws his icy stare my way, and I do not see Mason ‘War’ Naylor standing in front of me. No, I see War, the Three Kings MC nomad who travels and does whatever the fuck he desires.
“Are you fucking these guys too?” His voice is cold, and it makes me feel sick.
“So what if she is? It is a fucking free country; she can fuck whoever she wants,” Victor calls out, and I sigh.
“Jesus.” I roll my eyes over this macho bullshit. “I am not fucking them; not that it is any of your business. Just leave, War.”
“Man, I suggest that you listen to her. She is not one to mess with on her period, if you get me.” My mouth drops open at Target’s words and I slap his shoulder. “She turns into a banshee and will chop your balls off, and I mean not with a fucking blade, my man. A blunt object, if she can.”
“Oh God. Shut up, please.” I cover my face with my hands, wishing that the ground would open and swallow me whole.
Fuck me, why does this shit involving men keep happening to me?
I look at War, and I can see that he does not want to leave; no, he wants to stay and fight it out with me, but I think he sees something on my face that tells him that it is not the time.
“Fine. I will leave, but we will talk about this later, sweetheart,” he states and leaves without a backward glance.
“Woman, you need to stop letting jacked-up men like that into your bed,” Lucas huffs.
My body is a jumble of emotions thanks to that damn man. I would say that I had finally gotten my thoughts under control when he strolled back into my life, but that would be a lie.
“Where did you find that one?” Target asks, an attempt to lighten the moment.
Shaking my head, I groan, leaning my butt against the table behind me.
“We hooked up a few times, but there is just something about him that keeps calling to me,” I explain, but I keep most of the details locked away.
They do not know what happened between War and me, because frankly, I am not sure what did happen. Seeing his face when he told me about his wife, but then his anger at me dismissing him, both roll around my mind.
