Page 22 of Haze (Serpents of Chaos MC #2)

HAZE

It’s been a few days since I told Luella I loved her, and things have been amazing between us. The clubhouse is having a party tonight, which is perfect for what I have planned. The women are all getting ready, and I’m sitting at the bar with Prez and War, having a drink.

“I don’t think the pole room is turning out how the women wanted it,” War comments with a smirk, watching as the twins take Rose and Brandy in there. They don’t even bother closing the door.

“No, it’s more like a sex room.” I smirk, thinking back to how Luella caught Suit and Angel in there. “Luella walked in on some shit she didn’t want to see.”

“I think it only makes them like it more.” Prez chuckles, his blue eyes smiling. He’s been happier since Ora came into his life. And I know all about how a good woman can change everything.

“The twins are out of control,” War mutters, but he sounds amused. “And don’t get me started on Lore.”

“As long as they all stay away from Luella, I don’t care.”

Both their gazes cut to me.

“Have to admit, brother… never thought I’d see the day you’d settle for one pussy,” War smirks.

“Not settling for anything,” I reply, grabbing the neck of my beer bottle and lifting it to my lips. “Would choose Luella over anything.”

“Lost another one.” Prez grins, running his hand down his beard. “Who is going to be next?”

Ghost steps into the room, glancing around before walking over to us. “Not him,” War mutters, and Prez barks out a laugh.

Ghost takes the seat next to me, leaning back against the bar. He’s silent for a few moments before he speaks, “You’re going to owe me for this.”

“I know,” I reply, wincing. I fucking hate owing anyone a marker. But someone like Ghost? I just know it’s going to come back and bite me in the ass.

He nods once, running a hand over his bald head. “I’ll get what you need.”

“Appreciate you, brother.”

He stands up and, with a nod at War and Prez, walks away.

“What was that about?” Prez asks, brow furrowing.

Leaning closer to them, I tell them what I have up my sleeve.

“Fuck,” War comments, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s kind of fucked up.”

“You got any better ideas?” I ask, scowling.

Prez claps me on my shoulder and nods solemnly. “Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I think this is one of those times. Just don’t let her find out… that’s all I’m saying.”

I nod, taking a long drink and letting the cold beer slide down my throat.

“Omen wants to add a new club girl to the mix,” Prez says, changing the subject. “I don’t want any drama, but he might be right. We only have Daisy, Rose, and Brandy.”

“Is he going to scout for fresh pussy?” War asks, sharing a look with me. “He better hope whoever it is gets along with Ora and Lu, or there’s going to be hell to pay.”

“Yeah, for both of you.” Prez smirks, our eyes all snapping to Lore when he walks in. He’s wearing his cut with nothing underneath and has a bottle of whiskey in his hands.

“I’m ready to party!” He cheers, glancing around the still-empty bar. “Where the fuck is everyone?”

“Looks like you’ve already had a party,” I muse, seeing the red lipstick on his neck.

Lore stands in front of us and nods. “Yeah, without you on the market, someone has to fuck all the women in town. Have to say, even I can’t keep up with what you used to do.”

My lip twitches. “I heard what you said to Luella. I’m glad someone is on my side.”

Lore shrugs, absently rubbing his chest. “You’re good together. And I meant what I said. Never seen you this happy.”

“Never been this happy,” I admit, putting my empty bottle on the counter. I go to order another one and realize the twins are fucking the bar staff. “Guess I’ll have to get my own fucking drink.”

Prez pulls out his phone and sends off a text. “I’ll get Romeo behind the bar. Patch can man the gates.”

It only takes a few minutes for Romeo to arrive.

Even I have to admit, he’s one good-looking motherfucker.

He’s twenty-five, and I’m sure he doesn’t have to do anything to get pussy because the pussy chases him.

I know some clubs don’t allow the prospects to fuck the club girls, but we let them as long as they are doing everything they’re meant to.

Club first, pussy second.

Romeo slides behind the bar, his one brown eye and one light-blue eye taking everyone in.

“I’ll have another beer, prospect.”

He nods and slides me one, then stands with his feet braced, arms crossed, like a bodyguard. All I know about him is that he’s ex-military, like a few of the brothers here, and gives off vibes like he’d kill you first and ask questions later, only softened by his pretty-boy face.

Luella and Ora walk in, hand in hand, laughing at something.

Luella looks fucking hot, wearing a short black dress that slides off her shoulders and sexy heels with studs on them.

Her lips are red, and I can’t wait to see them around my cock later tonight.

Both women’s gazes stop on Romeo before anyone else, and I don’t miss the fact that Luella does a double take.

“Oh, fuck,” she says to Ora.

“What?” Ora asks, but Luella doesn’t reply. Instead, her eyes are darting between Romeo and me.

She comes over to me, and I give her a quick kiss. “Have you met one of our new prospects? That’s Romeo. Romeo, this is Lu.”

Romeo dips his chin.

Luella’s eyes widen.

“Nice to see you.” She smiles at him, then turns to me, her eyes going comically wide.

“What?” I ask, pulling her onto my lap and keeping her there. When she looks over at Romeo again, I grip her chin and whisper into her ear, “Keep those eyes off him, baby. Remember who you belong to.”

“Haze—”

“Now tell me what.”

“Not here,” she whispers, and I shake my head.

“Yes, here, tell me now. Are you okay?” I ask, my brow furrowing.

If anyone is making her feel uncomfortable or anything, I’m going to end them.

“I know Romeo,” she mutters, and my hold on her hip tightens.

“What?” I growl. And then it hits me that she said ‘nice to see you,’ not ‘nice to meet you.’ “How?”

“We used to date,” she admits, worrying her bottom lip. “It was a few years back. I had no idea he was prospecting. Haze, it’s in the past?—”

I know it’s not fair, but I see red.

Romeo, the man who looks like he should be on a fucking magazine cover, has had my girl. “You fucked him?”

Fire ignites in her eyes. “Yes, I did. You’ve fucked how many women here?”

I gently sit her down on the chair next to me and then move to jump over the bar.

“War!” Luella yells, trying to pull me back by my cut.

War puts his arm around my neck to stop me from beating the shit out of Romeo. “What the fuck, Haze?”

“You fucked my woman?” I roar, and Prez steps up to help War restrain me.

“It was before she was yours, man,” Romeo states, crossing his arms over his chest, legs braced apart.

“She’s always been mine !” I bark, anger filling my veins and clouding my head and judgment.

“Romeo, get out of here for a bit,” Prez orders, and he disappears.

“Haze, it was before you ,” Luella speaks from behind him.

Ora’s got her arms around her, and they are both watching me.

Fuck.

Taking a deep, calming breath, I shrug War and Prez off me and turn to face her. Is this how she feels every time she sees one of the women I’ve been with, even if it doesn’t mean anything?

Wait, did Romeo ever mean something to her?

If so, he’s not going to get my vote for him to patch in as a full member.

No, he can get the fuck out of here.

Ora doesn’t help when she mutters, “You lucky bitch.”

I head outside, needing some air. I know I’m being a hypocritical bastard, but it doesn’t help calm the jealousy pumping through my veins. I knew Luella had dated around. She didn’t come to me a virgin, but fuck.

She wraps her arms around me from behind.

“I know you don’t want to hear this, but too bad because I’ve had to deal with that bitch Daisy all of this time.

Romeo and I slept together a few times. I didn’t even know him as Romeo, which is why when he was mentioned, I didn’t think anything of it.

I knew him as Tate. It was only sex, and there was nothing deeper between us other than friendship.

He treated me well, and then we moved on.

You don’t get to be angry at him because he’s done nothing wrong.

You hadn’t claimed me then. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s not Romeo. ”

No, it’s me.

And I think that’s why it burns so fucking much.

“I know,” I rasp, turning around and burying my face into her stomach.

She runs her fingers through my hair. “I want to fucking kill him.”

“ Haze… ”

I smile at her exasperated tone. “But you’re right. He did nothing wrong. It was in the past, just like all my hookups.”

She kisses the top of my head. “Only want you, have only wanted you since I can remember. You have nothing to worry about.”

“And neither do you,” I promise her. Standing up, I lift my woman and kiss her.

“Come on, let’s go back inside. I need a drink,” she says, and I put her back on the floor and lead her to the bar, which has started to fill up.

The twins reappear from the pole room, and Brandy and Rose get back behind the bar.

If we get more club girls around here, at least I won’t be able to say that I’ve fucked them all because right now I have. Luella hasn’t asked, but I’m sure she knows it, and I hate that I’ve put her in this situation, especially now I know firsthand how that shit feels.

If I knew she’d show up at the clubhouse one day, I wouldn’t have touched anyone.

“What do you want to drink? Vodka cranberry?”

She nods. “Yes, please.”

Luella often changes up her drinks, but I’ve made sure the bar is stocked with cranberry juice after she ordered it the first time.

I turn to Rose and order one.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” I say, whispering into Luella’s ear. “Can’t wait to see that red lipstick staining my cock tomorrow morning. All fucking mine .”

She laughs and playfully slaps my arm. “Maybe, if you play your cards right.”

“You saying you aren’t a sure thing ?” I tease, and she rolls her eyes, our previous drama forgotten.

The music gets louder, and the drinks start flowing. Luella goes off to dance with Ora while I stay put at the bar with War, watching them.

“Haze, long time no see.” I turn my head to see long pink nails now resting on my bicep.

Raising my gaze, I see they belong to Amy, a woman I’ve fucked a few times.

She’s wild and up for anything. She’s also married and works in one of the retail stores in town—I fucking hope that Luella doesn’t know her.

I gently slide her hand off me. “Nice to see you, Amy. But I’m taken now, so you’re going to have to find someone else to fuck around with.”

She throws her head back and laughs until she realizes I’m not playing. “Wait, you’re serious? You’re not the settling-down type.”

My eyebrows rise. “You telling me who I am? I am the settling-down type for one woman only. We had our fun, but it’s in the past. I hope you have a good night.”

Nice. Sweet. To the point.

If she doesn’t take the hint, I’m going to have to change my strategy.

“Maybe she will let me join you both,” she asks, and I’m about to tell her that I’m not sharing my woman with anyone, even another woman, when Luella appears in front of me, her emerald-green eyes narrowed to slits.

Goddammit!