Page 34 of Deceiver

She snorts. “I doubt that. It’s me he’s fucking, not you.”

I grin. “Are you sure about that?”

Her eyes flare, Western looks wild with rage, and someone beside me chuckles.

Then she’s up, always looking for a fight.

“What did you say?”

“Sit the fuck down,” Western barks.

“I won’t sit down! Did you fuck her?”

“He did. Right over there on that broken tree,” I point off into the darkness. “Less than a week ago.”

Hazel darts around the fire, Western’s hand just missing her as he tries to stop her. The moment she reaches me, she lunges, her body slamming into mine. The two of us go backward, and I hit the ground with a thump that has my tender ribs screaming in pain. Clawing at my face, Hazel tries to rip my hair out, screaming and cursing. Within seconds, she’s being hauled away from me by Fury, who has an arm around her. Her legs flail as she continues her onslaught of abuse.

“You filthy slut, he’s my husband!”

“Don’t kid yourself, honey,” I mutter, pushing myself off the ground and dusting the dirt from my clothes. “If the circumstances were different, he wouldn’t even look in your direction.”

“Oh really,” she bellows. “Then why is he trying to have a baby with me?”

“Shut the fuck up,” Western roars, causing both of us to immediately simmer down. “Bonnie, get the fuck over here,now.”

His voice is icy, angry, and I take a shaky step in his direction. The moment I’m close enough, powerful fingers curl around my upper arm and he’s pulling me away into the darkness, Hazel’s bellowing following us. I’m in trouble, I know it, but I don’t take back what I said. If he wants to be faithful to his wife, then he shouldn’t have slept with me. I get called out for every bad choice I make, it’s his turn.

When we reach the shed, he opens the door, pulling me inside.

The second it slams behind us, he releases me and spins on me, a wild look in his eyes.

“What the fuck sort of game are you playin’ at?”

I cross my arms, my gaze not once wavering. “I’m not playing at anything; I’m simply telling her the truth.”

“You’re tryin’ to cause more drama for my club than you already have.”

I snort. “Don’t flatter yourself. I have better things to do.”

“And yet here you fuckin’ are.”

I purse my lips. “Is it true, what she said?”

He doesn’t even think on his answer. “No it isn’t fuckin’ true. I’m not doin’ shit with her.”

I don’t know why that feels so good, but I almost exhale with relief.

Time to change the subject. I don’t want to talk about Hazel and her lies any longer.

“Why am I in here, Western? We both know how you feel about me, so I’m not certain what you’re looking for right now.”

His gaze rakes my body, and I fidget, unsure how to stand or move.

“Do you know what I fuckin’ do to women who don’t listen?”

I swallow, tipping my head to the side. “Enlighten me.”

It’s the alcohol talking.

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