Page 36 of Room Twenty: Owning Their Angel

“Fuck,” Viper growls, his voice low enough that only we can hear him, “gonna have to fuck you in just the cut later, Cherub.”

Heather giggles and nods as her hands glide over the leather gently, her touch full of reverence and devotion. When she looks up at us, the love there has us pulling her into the middle of us and wrapping our arms around her.

We take turns kissing her, the noise in the room as our brothers celebrate with us so loud that I feel it all the way to the depths of my soul. When I kiss her, I make sure to pour everything I feel for her into it, and she gives the same back to me.

When we break apart, the old ladies are there to pull Heather into their circle and our brothers are there for us. It’s chaos and it’s beautiful. I felt welcomed and at home when I earned my cut, but this is another level.

We let ourselves drift in the happiness and the celebration because it’s all for her—our woman, our Cherub. I keep my eyes on her, but it’s not easy with how boisterous everyone is. The thing is, I know she’s safe because we’re surrounded by our family.

I still when I hear a shrill voice across the room, “So you got pregnant and trapped them with a baby? Why all three, though? Just find out who fathered your little brat and only force him to be with you.”

Red clouds my vision as I spin around, so pissed I can’t find the source of the problem at first. When I do, I see Connie standing in front of Heather like she’s the queen fucking bee. The time she came onto me after I got my cut flashes in my mind and only further pisses me off.

“Look, Connie,” Heather’s voice is calm, but there’s an edge to it I bet Connie won’t be smart enough to hear, “there doesn’t have to be a problem here. You just need to know that my men are off limits, and we can coexist in peace.”

“Live in peace,” Connie scoffs. Her face, which might be pretty to some but hides something ugly which is peeking through right now. “That’s fucking rich coming from you considering not long ago you were an angel just like me. You opened your legs for how many of the men here?” She waves her hand around wildly to encompass the entire room, her tone taunting.

“Three,” Heather states proudly and I can’t help but grin, even though I’m sure it looks sinister to anyone paying attention.

I start to head in their direction, Bedlam and Viper doing the same from where they were just chatting with other brothers. We’re not the only ones who have noticed the commotion. The attention of all the brothers, prospects, and old ladies in the room is on Connie and Heather.

I don’t think this is going to go down the way Connie thinks it will.

“I knew it,” Connie exclaims like she’s just found the cure for cancer. “You’re just a whore, an angel.”

Heather arches her eyebrow, the derision clear to see on her face. “I might have been an angel in this club, Connie, but the only whore I see is you.”

Connie rears back and takes a step toward our woman, but then Hammer is there and steps in between them. Scythe steps in next to him and Frenzy on the other side. Their eyes are cold and full of condemnation. I don’t know who Connie has spent time with recently, but if it’s any of them then I have a feeling it’ll be a cold day in hell before they touch her again.

“Connie, I think you misunderstood Heather,” Scythe’s voice is a condescending drawl.

“I did not. She said she fucked three brothers other,” she emphasizes the word like it matters, “than the brothers who have claimed her.”

Heather makes a tsking sound just as I reach her. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against my chest, needing the contact so I don’t go after a woman which is something I’ve always said I would never do. Now, if one of the old ladies wants to throw down then I’ll pop the popcorn.

With Bedlam and Viper standing next to me and surrounding our woman, the three brothers who stepped in take a small step away. Heather’s face is a neutral mask. This is exactly what she was afraid of, but I’m so damn proud of her for standing her ground.

Our woman’s voice is just as calm as she appears to be, “Is that what I said, Connie?”

“Yes,” Connie hisses.

Heather shakes her head in admonishment as Connie’s face twists up in confusion. “You asked me how many of the brothers I opened my legs for. I said three.” She tilts her head back and looks at me before looking at Bedlam and Viper. “My three men are the only men I’ve been with here.”

Connie’s mouth opens and closes a few times. Seeing her completely flabbergasted is almost hilarious. Almost.

“No fucking way,” Connie retorts.

Scythe shrugs, “I never had sex with Heather.”

“Me either,” Hammer pipes up.

All the single brothers chorus the same information, and the prospects get in on it as well. Connie starts turning bright red as Lucifer steps in. She immediately drops her eyes, and I can’t help but smirk.

“You know we don’t allow old ladies to be disrespected around here, Connie,” Lucifer’s voice is cold, and each word is dripping with disdain. “You have a choice. Shape up or ship out.”

Connie nods and raises her eyes just enough to look at Heather. When she looks away, her eyes snag on the way I’m touching Heather’s baby bump. I can see resignation flash in her eyes before she mumbles, “I’m sorry, Heather. It won’t happen again.”

“I appreciate your apology, Connie,” Heather’s tone is diplomatic.

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