Page 524 of Hell Hath No Fury
Who I’d once seen take a metal bat swing to the midsection without a wince.
That Bear was in pain.
My gaze moved away from him and around the darkened space.
And there they were.
Three more guys.
Standing around.
Drinking.
Looking at a table full of instruments they were going to use on the man who meant more to me than I ever could have anticipated.
All of that pesky fear and uncertainly slipped away, replaced with something a hell of a lot more useful.
Rage.
It was a fire that sparked in my belly and flickered into a burning inferno that overtook me completely.
“I’m coming, babe,” I whispered as though he might hear me, then got back onto my feet, brushing off the dirt, and grabbing some of the furniture stacked around, making myself a makeshift ladder, then hauling myself up to ease open one of the windows to the back room.
I paused, waiting to see if someone came looking, if there was someone inside.
When there was nothing, I pulled myself inside.
I didn’t bother to pull my skirt back down or fix the way my tits were all but spilling out of my top.
Instead, I reached up, mussing my hair like crazy, then smudging my lipstick and eyeshadow.
Because anger had cleared my mind.
I knew what part to play now.
The drunken clubwhore who passed out in the back room and woke up a little delirious and easy to manipulate into something.
I knew these kinds of guys far too well.
One of them would take advantage.
That was what they did.
I did my best wasted stumble as I moved out of the room and into the common area.
“What do we have here?” the president asked as the clubwhore continued to start a fire in his pants. Judging by the pained look in his eyes and the bored, annoyed look in hers.
“Where’d he go?” I slurred as I reached up, mussing my hair further and nearly toppling off my heels, giving it a good show.
No threat here. Just a silly, drunken girl you can easily hold down and force yourself upon. No weapons strapped to my body, no sir.
“Think you must be looking for me,” the president said as he stood so suddenly that the woman literally toppled off his lap and slammed to the floor with a yelp. “You can go. Fucking useless slut,” he said, waving a hand toward the woman whose face went red as she rubbed her ass when she got to her feet.
She didn’t fight, didn’t argue, just grabbed her bag and headed out, head lowered.
She had no idea that he was doing her a favor.
Because no one in this goddamned clubhouse was going to live through the night except for Bear and me.
