Comp's Chance - Page 33

“After what you four pulled tonight, you could have fooled me,” he growls in her face.

“So, you and all your little boys can go off whenever the fuck you want, put yourself in all worlds worth of danger, but my girls and I take over for one fucking night, and it’s a problem? We’re children?” Piper asks him, hands on her hips.

“You’re the mother of my child, my everything…” he starts, but she cuts him off.

“You’re the father of my child, my everything…”

“Stop making fucking sense,” he yells, and it has Piper smirking. I turn and look at Sunny.

“I know why you did what you did, but I’m still pissed, and you’re still going to pay for it later,” I warn her. She pouts, but as her head leans down, I see a small smirk on her lips. This woman is going to be the death of me.

At least I’ll die a happy fucking beast of a man.

Twenty-Eight

SUNNY

It seems like it takes forever to get back to the compound and I can honestly say I missed this place. It’s what’s felt like home since the moment we stepped inside. I honestly thought I might never see this place again. I figured Jason would either take me to hell with him, or the cops would show up after his head was already painting the floor, and they would cart me off to jail. I should have known the women, my girls, and this club wouldn’t let me go down like that. It makes my guilt for leaving like I did all the more painful.

“Prospects, I want the fucker taken to the back shed. Don’t want to take a chance of him being in the clubhouse or basement and Paisley seeing. She might not know about him, but I still ain’t taking that chance,” Swift says, stomping through the clubhouse.

“Got it, Prez,” Dillion says before turning and heading back toward the van. The other women and I look at each other. The guys have been pretty silent on the ride home. We were on bikes most of the time, but even when we stopped for food or gas, they all seemed broody. We all know what’s about to come, so we glance at each other from the back of the group and duck a little,trying to make our way slowly and quietly out of the room. Of course, it doesn’t work.

“Where the fuck do you think you all are going?” Swift booms, and we stop dead in our tracks. As one, we all turn back to the room.

“Shit, I don’t think we can get out of this one so easy. Quick, Piper, pull a tit out,” Halle whisper-yells from the side of her mouth.

“What? No! That would just piss him off more! You pull your tits out!” Piper tells her.

“If you pull yours out, the most Swift will do is gouge out the guy’s eyes and then spank your ass. If I pull mine out, Loki will go on a rampage, slitting people’s throats, torturing them, maybe even…”

“Pet, quiet,” Loki warns with the most serious tone I’ve ever seen on his face. Halle places her hands on her hips and opens her mouth to argue, but before she can, Hitter speaks up.

“You could have been killed,” he seethes. “It wasn’t enough for you all to risk your own eyes, but you dragged my fucking angel…”

“STOP!” Izzy blows up. “Stop treating me like a kid. Stop trying to keep me in a bubble. Tonight was the most fun I’ve had since having Jett! Ever since I got pregnant, you have been overbearing on a whole new fucking level, and I’m over it. Start treating me like an adult, or I promise you I will show you a fucking angel,” Izzy seethes.

“Fallen angel, straight from hell,” Halle so helpfully adds in. Izzy glares at her and Halle makes a zipping motion with her mouth.

“I can’t handle this shit right now. You ladies better not even think about leaving this fucking compound. We’re going to go finish what you started, take out the trash, then we will deal with you,” Swift says, turning and walking out.

“He’s really mad. He wouldn’t even look at me,” Piper says, bowing her head.

“Fuck them, and fuck this feeling guilty shit. I won’t feel bad about this anymore. I’m ready to have my life back. I’m ready for my daughter to have her life back. They do dangerous shit all the fucking time, and what do they call it? ‘Club Business’? Well, this was Ol’ Lady business, and they can fuck right off. I’m going to see my daughter,” I tell them, seething and stomping off toward my room.

Fuck Nix and fuck all these men who think they can dictate my damn life, I think as I make my way down the hall to mine and Paisley’s old room. I’ve been staying with Nix while Paisley has stayed in the room beside ours and I’ve loved it. I’m too pissed right now at him, though, and I need to hold my baby in my arms. I open the door and notice the bundle lying curled up in the giant bed. I want to crawl into the bed and pass out with her, but I need to take a quick shower first. I don’t want to touch her while I feel so dirty.

I hastily wash and dry myself before putting on a big t-shirt and sleep shorts. I slide onto the bed and pull Paisley into my arms. She doesn’t stir, but I hold her tight, finally letting the day catch up to me and silently sobbing against my baby girl. I didn’t think I would ever see her again. That was the scariest part of my plan, not seeing Nix or Paisley again. Sleep finally overtakes me, and I don’t notice Paisley climbing from the bed or Nix sitting on the edge and staring at me.

When I finally open my eyes, the anger comes back to me, and I sit with my back to the headboard and wait for him to start.

“What you did was completely stupid. Do you realize what could have happened? What…” he starts, but I cut him off.

“I knew exactly what could have happened, which is why I took the precautions I did, like putting you on Paisley’s birth certificate. I knew you would take care of her, no matter what. Ialso didn’t tell the women because I didn’t want to put them in any danger, but…” I explain, but he cuts me off.

“Does it fucking look like that worked out for you?” he seethes, and I snap.

“Do NOT fucking talk to me like I’m stupid, Comp,” I say, using his club name, knowing it will get to him, and it does. In a flash, he has me on my back. He’s over top of me, and his hand is around my neck. Not in a way that would cut off my air supply, but just enough to get my attention. His nose is touching mine, and I can see the anger, panic, and worry in his eyes.