Page 30 of Bound By Temptation

My gut tightened.

He was my brother, my blood, and I wanted to massacre him for being that close to her.

“Ahhh, come here.” Raid stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her, and red covered my eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him back, even with the initial hesitancy. I didn’t give a fuck.

Fuck that shit.

Stepping closer didn’t stop my brother one bit. I was pretty sure that it only egged him on because he pulled back and kissed her forehead. Yes, fucking. Kissed. Her. Forehead.

My eyes clouded red and steam mingling over, and it took superhuman strength to rein in the monster inside of me. Raid was my brother in more ways than blood but fuck me, murdering him was sounding better and better. When that monster was out, putting him back was difficult. But I needed him at times. That side was almost out of control. Raid knew this.

Raid turned to me, smiling like he could hear my thoughts, and Indie following suit. Her eyes met mine, and the warmth just on her face wiped away as if it was never there at all. Instead, a mask stared back at me.

Fucking hated that shit. That void in her expression and her contact with my brother was a fucking punch to the gut. This woman was tangling me up inside. Had for as long as I’d known her.

“Hey, Indie,” I said while Raid put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in tight to his side. She looked up at him, her lips tipping once again. She obviously liked where she was, which pissed me off. She needed to be with me, not fucking him.

“Hey,” she said, coming back to me just for a moment, then back to Raid who, luckily, she released. But they were standing very close to each other. Closer than I wanted. Ever.

Not going to lie. I fucking hated that she was giving her undivided attention to him when she couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with me. “Good to see ya, but I have to get the cake done,” she told him, stepping further away from him. Her gaze moved between him and me. Lord only knew what was going through her mind.

“Stay for the party, and we’ll talk,” my brother responded, and my fists clenched. I was going to murder him. Slice him up into little pieces and feed him to the pigs out on Route 8.

“I’ll see, but I need to get busy.”

Raid leaned down to Indie’s ear and said something that made her smile wide as he kissed her on the cheek, and then he walked by me with that fucking goofy grin on his damn face. He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew the button he was pushing and just kept pushing it harder and harder. Asshole.

His hand came to my shoulder. “Your turn.”

“Better sleep with an eye open tonight,” I growled at him and heard his chuckle as he walked away. That motherfucker. He’d get his. Tonight, tomorrow; didn’t matter. It was coming.

Stepping up to the cake, I stayed out of her way as she grabbed a thing of icing and began to work. Each stroke she did complemented her work. The silence between us was deafening. Considering how the clubhouse was generally rocking, it should have been an impossible feat.

“You gonna say somethin’? Or just stand there starin’?” she asked boldly, not looking up from her work. Yes, she was ready to bring out the panther and take a swipe with her claws. It was as if I could see the predator right beneath the surface and fuck me—my cock hardened.

“Just lookin’ at the cake. You’re damn good at this.”

She shifted the bag in her hands and squeezed out more icing. “That’s why it’s the job.”

Snarky. This was going to go really well. The woman didn’t want anything to do with me. Too bad I couldn’t stay away. Too bad she was the drug I never wanted to stop.

“You got Mazie down to a T.” And she did. The blonde hair was out behind her as if the wind was blowing it. Eyes and facial features were on point. She had real talent in this. I’d only seen cakes like this on that show my mom used to watch all the time. My dad, of course, didn’t say a word and held her as it played. He did everything and anything for her.

“Thanks,” she said quietly. “I’ve got a lot to finish. Is there something you need?”

“There are a lot of things I need,” I said coolly.

She turned to face me with her brow tilted and almost a look of disgust on her face.Great job, idiot.“One of them is a beer.” I turned to one of the mommas. “Go get one.”

The momma smiled seductively. “Anything for you, Ax.”

Two seconds later a bottle with the cap on was handed to me by one of the club mommas. I was surprised they were here today, but Rainy was. “Here ya go, handsome.” She ran her finger along my cheek. “Catch me later.” She then walked away.

I watched Indie through these couple of seconds, and she was on fire. Her face was beat red, and anger laced every part of her. Her nose flared as she sucked in a deep breath. The icing in the bag she held started to come out, and a glob hit the floor.

Her gaze went to the floor. “Shit.”

“Come on. She was just helpin’, so I didn’t have to leave ya.”

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