Page 61 of Clay's Salvation
“I am not your fucking watcher, Clay. You might be my VP, but don’t fucking overstep the mark,” he warns sternly.
“She fucking managed to spike me surrounded by half of the bastard club,” I yell. He might be my Pres, but right now, I’m fuming that my ol’ lady walked in, finding her crawling all over my body, her lips around my cock. He sighs, running his hands through his hair.
“Clay, I get that you’re pissed. Man, I’m furious on your behalf, but we have to handle this shit properly.”
“I want blood.” My jaw ticks.
He grabs his keys, pulling his kutte into place.
“In time, let’s go.”
Drifter pulls up a side street, I pull to a stop beside him, lifting my visor.
“Where the fuck are we?” I snap.
He nods his head down the street, “Liam’s house is up here, we gotta wait for him to leave else we’re going to fuck up any access Bella has.”
I nod, he’s right, but all I see right now is red. I look at my phone, seeing I have three missed calls from Bella, I can’t talk to her now, I know she will stop me. We jump off the bikes and hide down an alleyway giving us a full view of the road. At bang on eight am, his shitty silver Vauxhall Corsa drives past, and he must be taking the kids to school. He’s even suited up his car like he’s some street racer,what a twat. His muffler must wake up the entire street as he revs it down the street. I make a beeline for my bike. That bitch is mine.
We make our way up to the door, and I hold my hand over the ring doorbell. She won’t know what’s hit her. The minute I see the handle move, I push my way into the house. She screams as throw her body back, her foot hits the bottom step, and she falls backwards, landing on the stairs. Her eyes widen, and the cock sure attitude has long since gone.
“Clay- erm.” she stutters. I lean over her, my nostrils flare, I grab her arm lifting her to her feet and Drifter slams the door shut behind us. “Liam,” she shouts and I grin at her.
“Nice try, we just watched him leave.”
Her eyes begin to fill with tears as I push her through the hallway into the kitchen.
“Please, Clay,” she begs.
“No time for the water works!” I snap, pushing her against the kitchen cupboards. “You fucking spiked my drink, and then tried to fuck me when I’m out cold, and you want mercy,” I laugh manically. “Are you for fucking real?” I turn to look at Drifter. “You hear her Pres, she thinks she can beg and I’ll walk outta here.” She tries to run to the backdoor but I grab her hair stopping her, she screams in pain as I whip her back throwing her against the wall. “Tut, tut, tut. I don’t think so, princess.”
Drifter grabs hold of my kutte and I stare at him hand in disgust, I said I wanted blood now the fucker has got a conscious.
“Wait-”
“Drifter please,” she pleads and I place my hand over her mouth.
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl.
Drifter eyeballs her, “Let’s use her.”
“Pres I’m not into used up baggy cunts.” He rolls his eyes.
“No, but Bella wants full custody of her boys? What about if we can get that for her?”
Brandy nods her head, her eyes widen as she tries to speak.
“What you thinking?”
“Liam’s a dealer, right?” I grin at him. That could work.
I look at Brandy, “How much do you wanna live?” I remove my hand from her mouth.
“I’ll do it,” she rushes out, she doesn’t even think twice about setting him up. It’s as if her relationship means nothing to her. She doesn’t care less what happens to him as long as she lives to see another day. That’s where we differ, I would die for Bella.
“You do realise if you fuck us over, you’ll vanish,” Drifter adds.
She nods, “Of course, I’m not stupid.”
