Page 80 of Perdition
Emily didn’t bother looking over her shoulder at Redtube. She knew the man was staring death and destruction at the woman before her, if the loss of color in her face, and the fear in her eyes were any indication.
“It’s not that hard to figure it out, Red—I fucked him, sucked his cock, and gripped that ass with my hands while he gave it to me good,” Sarah claimed, her voice rising to shrill levels.
Suddenly, Em was very aware of all the eyes seeing and ears listening to the drama upfolding.
Oh…hell. This wasn’t good.
One of the most important tenants of the Unchained MC’s charter was to keep club business to the club—no speaking club business where anyone could hear. Right now, club business was all out there, and it didn’t matter how loud “Crazy Train” by Black Sabbath was playing over the sound system, people were staring…and they were absolutely eavesdropping.
Hell, three people were recording it on their phones.
Em glared at Val, mouthing,Stop it!
Val shrugged but didn’t do as ordered, the bitch!
Frost noticed the same thing, because he slapped Redtube on the back and said, “Let’s take this to the back. No eyes and ears back there.”
Sarah stomped her foot. “You’re not taking this anywhere! You can’t just brush this off because you don’t want people to know that you’re trading up and leaving this bi?—”
She didn’t get to finish her rant because Cluster stepped up behind Sarah and gripped her arm. Hard.
“Let’s go,” he commanded, the usual playfulness in his voice and demeanor nowhere to be found.
Sarah opened her mouth to argue, but one look from Frost had her slamming her lips shut. She hissed but allowed Cluster to lead her toward the back of the bar.
The rest of them followed, Em coming up last, her feet dragging.
So much—too much—was happening, had happened, and looked like would happen, and she didn’t know what to think or feel about any of it other than angry.
She was so tired of being angry—at Frost, herself, and her circumstances.
Frost stopped walking and turned, a hardness to his expression she knew well. It was his war face. And his eyes were filled with rage tempered with concern. He was pissed but he was also worried.
About her? About what she would think once everything was said and done, once they got what they wanted out of Sarah—because obviously Redtube found something that triggered club hostilities.
“You okay, babe?” he asked, warmth filling his eyes. “I know this is a lot?—”
She jerked a nod. “It is. A lot,” she admitted, sighing. “I want to blame all of this on you but…if what I’m suspecting is true, then…well…you aren’t totally the asshole in this situation.”
That made Frost smirk. “That’s an upgrade from cheating scumbag, so I’ll take it.”
She gave a soft chuckle, surprised that she can find levity with him about something involving him and Sarah.
Pigs are flying through a blizzard in Hell right now….
He leaned down to lay his forehead against hers, and she closed her eyes, reveling in the feeling of having that moment, just them, amidst all the drama surrounding them.
“I know this is tough, baby, but I promise to fix this…and then I’ll figure out how to get you to kiss me like that again…in private.”
She wanted to pull away, to put space between them, because her heart wanted that so, so much, but her mind was telling her the man couldn’t be trusted, that she needed to guard herself against the man she loved more than life itself.
“Mads…” she croaked, “there’s just?—”
“I know, my love, I still have a long way to go to earn those kisses back, but I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to get back in our home, back in our bed, back in your arms—and that tight as fuck pussy, and back into your heart—where I belong.”
She snickered. “Pussy then heart, huh? I see your priorities,” she teased.
He chuckled, the deep resonant sound making all her girly parts tingle.