Page 15 of King's Barber

Some of the brothers had finally had enough and grabbed my arms to yank me away. I fought against whoever was holding me back, but I didn’t have a chance against three of them as they dragged me far enough away that we couldn’t reach each other anymore.

“What the fuck?” I snarled as I settled. My right eye pulsed from where he’d landed a hit, and the left side of my jaw and cheek hurt like a motherfucking bitch.

Scar struggled against his captors, glaring. His face was covered in blood and was a plain ol’ mess. I probably looked as bad as he did. “You little cunt.”

“Fuck you,” I snapped back.

“Enough!” King stepped into the space between us, rage crossing his face. His hair looked more silver than ever in the sunlight, but his eyes were bright and deadly as he flicked his gaze between me and Scar. “You’re both on shithouse duty for pulling this stunt.”

“He came at me first, King,” I argued, but quickly shut my mouth when King turned a furious stare on me.

“And you stir him up. You should have expected someone to come at you with their fists, Barber.” He shook his head at me and pointed at Scar. “You fucking know better. Barber was trying to fuck with you, and you reacted. Be smarter. Go clean the shithouse now.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, King?” Scar snarled and then winced at whatever look King was giving him.

“Go.”

Charley tugged on Scar’s arm, and Scar grunted, letting his boyfriend pull him in the direction of the clubhouse door and probably toward the bathroom. At least he’d have someone helping him. I didn’t have a piece of ass to offer his help.

King’s furious eyes turned back to me and he shook his head. “Why you gotta start shit, huh?”

I shrugged with a grin, my face throbbing in pain as whoever was behind me finally released their hold on my arms. “Because it’s fun to mess with him.”

“Then you deserve everything you get.” King shook his head. “And don’t think you’re getting out of your punishment. You’re cleaning the toilets this afternoon. Plus, I expect you to pay his fine as well as yours. You knew what you were fucking doing.”

Bishop flashed a grin at me. “Don’t worry, Barber, I’m sure Barnes’ll drop one of his noon shits for you.”

I flipped him the bird while the British bastard laughed.