“What the fuck did you just say?” Harlow wails, her finger pointing in the woman’s face. The brunette stops abruptly looking at Harlow, the slight quiver of her lip showing the fear rising. “Biker brat? Are you fucking kidding me?”
Quickly the room electrifies and the tension becomes thick. Cruz, Becs and Dagger rush up to Harlow and me, taking in the situation. “What the fuck is going on here?” Cruz pushes Harlow behind him, unknowingly pushing me too.
“It’s…” I try to speak but get nothing out. Princess is now on a rampage and cuts me off.
She begins talking into Cruz’s back. “This fucking bitch called Casey a fucking club momma and biker brat. So now I’m gonna fucking destroy her.” Princess grips the back of Cruz’s back balling her hands into fists.
“Who the fuck do you think you are bitch?” Dagger busts out of the pack behind us, grabbing the woman’s arm.
“I… I didn’t think…” She stammers out.
“That’s right bitch. You didn’t fucking think. Casey is fucking family. You’re not!” Becs walks up to the other side of the woman who is now visibly shaking. I would be too if I had both Dagger and Becs holding my arms with death piercing in their eyes.
It’s sick to say, but at that moment a small part of me feels wanted, loved.
“Now you’ve given yourself a one-way-fucking ticket to get the fuck out of here and never think about returning.” Cruz retorts nodding to Dagger and Becs.
“Really, I’m sor…” The men pick the woman up and carry her out of the club, her words lost to me.
“I’m so sorry, Casey. You should never have to deal with that shit when you’re home.” Cruz turns to me his eyes brimming with sympathy. I can see why Harlow loves him so.
“It’s okay. Everything’s fine.” I try to reassure and bring the tension down in the room a notch.
“Don’t brush that shit off, Casey. If one of those bitches tries that shit again, you fucking stand up for yourself. She’s just a fucking club momma. She has no right.” She fumes.
Sad thing is, what the bitch said is partially true. I am a club momma where G.T. is concerned. I breathe in deep. “Babe. I didn’t have a chance to. You jumped right in. Remember?” I give a short smile.
“That bitch… No bitch talks to you that way. I’ll fucking kill ‘em.” Her face is red and her body is shaking a bit.
“I know. Calm down babe.” I wrap my arms around Harlow and try to hug all the tightness in her body out. After a bit, she wraps her arms around me too and melts into me, all the tension leaving. Cruz nods walking back to the other side of the room giving us a minute.
“It’s just been hard and… I just… Lost it.” She whispers so quietly in my ear that I can barely hear her. Hard. I know the feeling.
“I know babe. I know.” I hug her tight, warmth spreading throughout my body.
“Now I want some of that.” Tug’s rough voice comes from the side of me. I slowly pull away and look over at him giving him a small smile.
He is a very handsome man with brown hair that hangs below his ears and the richest chocolate brown eyes I’ve ever seen. But the thing I love about Tug is that he talks and listens to me. Back when I lived here, Tug would come by the shop, talk to me and overall help me out, being the friend I needed. He’s a great listener and I feel unbelievably comfortable with him. I can tell him just about anything and he doesn’t bat an eye. Thoughts of Mia invade me and I quickly push them to the side. I couldn’t tell him about the baby, he would have told G.T. Some things are just not kept from the brotherhood.
He knows about G.T. and me, which I’m sure most of the guys do because we were not quiet. But he didn’t badger me; he listened and even let me cry on his shoulder when things got bad. The really sad part is I haven’t talked to him since I left and I damn well missed him. I actually hope he isn’t pissed about that fact.
He pulls me tight to his strong body and locks his arms around my waist as I reached up linking mine around his neck. “I missed you.” I whisper.
“You could have called me.” He mumbles into my shoulder.
“I know. Sorry.” A low grumbling sound comes from the left of me, almost sounding like a growl, but I didn’t think that was possible, but when the hair on the back of my neck and tops of my arms begins to stand, I know who entered the room.
Pulling away slowly, my eyes instantly lock on the sharp, crystal ocean blue eyes of G.T. Those same eyes pull me like a thousand invisible ropes and my body is impossible to stop. No matter what words he said to me or the loss of Mia, I cannot stay away.
Without thinking, I move directly to G.T., leaving Tug and everyone else in the dust. All I can see and all I can hear is G.T. His straight, silky, honey blonde hair hangs low to his neck, but the sides tuck behind his ears. His broad shoulders are now covered with a brace that holds his arm and shoulder immobile on one side. As his sexier than sin smirk graces his face around the scruff of his blonde beard, my heart squeezes.
I need to feel him, need to feel his warmth and know he is alive. Even if he doesn’t need me, I need him, more than he can ever know. The invisible strings continue to pull me towards G.T. and before I know it, I am standing face to face with this gorgeous man. Not wasting any time, I latch on to him hard, wrapping my arms around his waist being careful not to touch his arm and bury my face in his neck. I suck in deep breaths, taking in his all too familiar scent of leather and the erotic smell of his body. I swear he never wore cologne or anything, but there is something about his skin that always draws me in and turns me into a sex crazed lunatic.
G.T.’s good arm reaches around my shoulders pulling me as close to him as I can possibly get. As his face falls into the crook of my neck, the tickle of his breath falls on my skin, but I don’t move. At this moment, I am lost and I’ll stay for as long as he’ll let me… Maybe even forever.
We stand unmoving and uncaring about what was going on around us, even with the rustle of people, we ignore it all. G.T. whispers, “I missed you” into my neck.
“I missed you, too.”
Suddenly, something in the embrace changes and G.T.’s body slumps into mine. His weight is too much too hold on to. “G.T.” I call to him, but he doesn’t answer. “G.T.!” I yell trying to pull back to see his face, but I can’t move much or he will plummet to the ground.
“Harlow! Help!” I yell with everything I have. I will not let him fall; I’ll let him crush me to the ground before that happens.
“Shit! He passed out. Cruz, Boys!” Harlow calls out as commotion begins to happen around me and everyone barks orders. Before I can catch a grasp of the situation, I let go of G.T. as Cruz picks him up and lays him on the couch. G.T.’s eyes are closed, but the small rise and fall of his chest tells me he is alive. I blow out a small sigh of relief.
“What happened?” I ask barreling my way through the crowd gathered around him to get close.
“You knocked him on his ass.” Harlow answers smiling with a slight chuckle.
“Funny. Seriously, what’s wrong?” I stare at him lying unconscious.
“You know I’m right. Anyway, his body’s been through a lot and technically, he’s not supposed to be out of bed. But the stubborn ass overheard Cruz coming in to tell me you were here and this is what happened.” She waves her arms to G.T. dramatically.
“Shit. I would have come to him.” I bend down and reach out moving the hair away from his eyes feeling the stares from everyone around me.
“Man thing.” Harlow shrugs as if none of this is a big deal and I’m sure to her it’s not. She’s seen more of this life than I have. She is this life. I am not. “I’ll have Cruz move him to his bed and call Doc, but he looks fine. Color’s good.”