Page 3 of Atlas (The Chaos Demons MC #6)

“Where was your head in the second half?” demands Damian. “If the scouts had shown up today, they wouldn’t have looked twice.”

I grit my teeth and inhale sharply. “Go and change, Leo, and I’ll take you for lunch.”

He nods, rushing off to change. “Not a chance,” snaps Damian. “Firstly, he played crap, so he’s not having a treat, especially if it involves junk food. And second of all, your day is Monday. You know that.”

“Don’t be spiteful. He can come for lunch, and I’ll drop him back.”

“Take him out Monday.”

“I’ll be an hour, Damian. He wants to come with me.”

He turns to face me, stuffing his hands in his pockets and stepping closer. I hold my stance, determined not to let him intimidate me. “You look a fucking mess, Anita. You stink of drink and last night’s cheap fuck. So, do us all a favour and leave.”

I fix my eyes on his. “No,” I say firmly. “He can decide for himself.”

His cruel eyes narrow. “It’s like you want to humiliate yourself. He doesn’t want to go anywhere with you looking and smelling like that. He’s embarrassed, we both are, but you keep showing up here like a desperate reject and he feels sorry for you.”

Leo comes over carrying his kitbag and eyeing us cautiously. I step back, forcing another smile. “Are you ready?”

He glances at his father and then bites his lower lip like he’s fighting to find the right words. “It’s fine, son, be honest with her,” Damian encourages.

“It’s just . . . I want to go home and practise,” he says, shrugging. “If I played crap, I need to put more hours in.” My heart sinks at the sound of Damian’s words pouring from my little boy’s mouth. “And I don’t want to eat junk food anymore,” he adds.

I nod, pressing my lips in a firm line. “That’s fine, kiddo, whatever you want. I’ll pick you up on Monday from school?” He nods. “Great. Love you.” I turn and force myself to walk away.

I stride through the clubhouse like I own the place, and no one bats an eyelid. The club girls are tidying up from last night’s party, and there’s no sign of the bikers or their women.

I take the stairs two at a time, and just as I reach Atlas’s door, it swings open and a woman saunters out.

I stop dead in my tracks and frown, following her with my eyes.

She’s stunning but has all the marks of a club girl.

“What?” she asks as she fiddles with her hair, wrestling it into a ponytail.

“Who are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?” she spits and then storms off in the direction of the stairs.

I open Atlas’s door to find him sprawled out on his bed. He’s face down, topless but his jeans still in place. I slam the door, and he jumps up looking dazed. When his eyes find me, he relaxes. “Nita,” he mutters, looking confused. “What day is it?”

“Saturday,” I mutter, folding my arms over my chest. “Good night?”

He perches on the edge of the bed and reaches for his mobile, opening it and sighing heavily. “Shit, it’s almost twelve.”

“New club girl?” I ask, arching a brow.

His frown deepens, then realisation hits him and he nods. “Yeah, Sasha, I think her name is. She’s got a twin too.”

I can’t be pissed at him. I gave him the go-ahead. In fact, I encourage him all the time to get with other women as I don’t need him thinking we’re exclusive. But he’s never actually done it. At least, not that he’s told me.

“Well, she was rude,” I mutter, pulling my top over my head and dumping it on the floor.

“She’s not a morning person.”

“You’ve spent a few mornings with her, have you?”

He frowns again. “What are you talking about?” I slide my jeans off, kicking my trainers with them. “And what are you doing?” he adds.

I go to him, placing my hands on his shoulders and climbing over his lap. “I saw her leaving here just now, and she was rude.” I rub myself against him and slide the straps from my bra, down. “I need a release,” I add, cupping his head in my hands and guiding him to my breasts.

He pulls back suddenly, lifting me from him and standing.

“Stop,” he snaps. Grabbing his own T-shirt and pulling it on.

“Let me get this straight. You think I fucked a club girl, and then you come in here to fuck anyway?” When he says it like that, it sounds bad, but I shrug, pushing down my embarrassment.

“You’re just gonna fuck me after I fucked someone else? ”

“I can get her back if you wanna try a threesome.”

He growls and balls his fists by his sides. “Get out,” he spits.

“What?”

“Get the hell out,” he repeats.

“Atlas, come on,” I say with a small laugh. “What’s wrong?”

He crowds me, and I back up to the door with him towering over me. “I am done with this bullshit,” he snaps. “I’m not being your secret fuck buddy for another second.”

“You’re not serious.”

“Deadly. I’m gonna find myself a woman who wants me for me.”

“I want you for you,” I argue. “Things are just weird at the moment.”

“So, tell me,” he snaps. “Tell me what’s going on in your life right now.”

I clam up. The way he’s towering over me and hissing his words, it reminds me of Damian, and I immediately recoil. “Exactly,” he snaps. “You use me, and I’m done with it, so get the hell out and don’t come back.”

“So much for not giving up on me,” I mutter, dipping under his arm and grabbing my discarded clothes. I head for the door, and he slams his hand against it.

“Get dressed,” he orders.

I scoff, grabbing the door handle and ripping it open. I storm down the stairs, and London steps in my path. “Hey, slow down. Where’s the fire?”

“I need to go,” I snap, feeling the tears on my lash line.

“Okay, and you can, but get dressed first.”

I hear his heavy boots coming up behind me and stiffen. “Nita,” he murmurs.

“I’m going,” I snap, moving around London.

He continues to follow me as I step outside into the open. “Get dressed,” he repeats. I unlock the car and pull the door open, throwing my clothes in the back. “Nita, you can’t drive half-naked.”

I narrow my eyes. “You think I care if anyone sees me?” I yell.

“Calm down,” he mutters.

“Don’t tell me how to act,” I scream.

He takes me by the arms. “I’m not,” he says firmly, and I stop struggling. “You’re upset, I can see that. I’m sorry if I was too harsh back there. But please don’t drive out of here upset and half dressed. If something happened, I’d never forgive myself.”

I scoff. “Like you give a shit what happens to me.”

“Of course, I do,” he mutters patiently.

“Is that why you turn up to bars to rescue me, Atlas?” My tone is condescending. “You just love being the hero?”

He steps closer, pushing me against the car. “You drive me fucking insane,” he mutters, “and every time I tell myself to stop, you pull some shit and I’m back at your feet like a goddamn puppy dog.”

His hand gropes my breast, and he presses his erection against my stomach.

“You’re like a drug,” he whispers, his lips finding mine.

I reach between us, unfastening his jeans and shoving them over his backside.

I wrap my leg around his waist, and he lifts me against the car, pressing himself at my entrance.

“One day, you’ll trust me enough to know I’d never fuck a club whore or anyone else.

I’m yours,” he pants, sinking into me. “Sasha was asking if I wanted breakfast.”

Relief floods me and I cling to his shoulders, closing my eyes as his kisses travel down my neck and over my chest. “I love you, Nita. Only you.”