“Over there with East.” He tilts his head toward the table set up with first aid for when anyone gets fucked up too badly during the fights.
I glance that way and see a bandage on my man’s cheek. He sees me but doesn’t make a move to wave me over or acknowledge me further.
“Let him be,” Alexa tells me. “Let him cool off first.”
“Right,” I mumble, hoping he isn’t pissed at me somehow. Though he has no reason to be.
“You come over to give me a kiss for good luck?” Viking is towering over Andi but not by much; she’s gotta be at least five foot nine in height.
“No,” her mouth says, but a hint of blush creeps across her cheeks.
Hmm. I start to tell him to leave the poor girl alone, but he wraps a hand around the back of her head and says, all deep throaty and growly, “Gonna take it anyway.” And then his mouth is on hers, and I’m certain there is some heavy tongue action going on.
I start to look away when she pulls back then slaps him.
The only response she gets is him licking his lips and chuckling with a nod. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He struts away like he’s the cock of the damn walk.
She runs off and Wylla Mae follows after her.
“I think I’m gonna go over and talk to Link,” I tell Jules and Alexa. “Save me a seat.”
Chapter Twelve
I start walking in the direction of my husband when I spy Vince coming out the back of the clubhouse. I want to know what the hell he was thinking, but I know not to engage in any conversation with the man. Not after the stunt he pulled fighting with Link like that. Its fucking crazy and stupid.
Vince hasn’t been a part of my life since the day I chose Link over him. I don’t know who he thinks he is. Men are way more dramatic than some women ever thought about being. Who does that? It’s been well over a decade since we had a fling. We weren’t even serious. Our relationship was wild and impulsive. Driven by lust and the thrill of the unknown. With Link I found my home. A steadiness I never knew I wanted until he gave it to me.
I march straight to him and put my arms around him. I look up at him and he gives me a weak smile. “Hey.”
“Babe,” he clips, body tense.
I worry that Vince is about to start more shit. Only when I follow Link’s gaze, I see his attention is on the last person I expected to see in attendance.
You’ve got to be kidding me. Standing off with Sandman, Prodigy, and Hound is that cunt. The cut chasing slut who has no damn right to be here at all. He swore I wouldn’t see her again. The only thing about her presence that brings me any joy is the swelling around her nose and the bruises framing her whore eyes.
“Do my eyes deceive me?”
“No.”
“Unbelievable.” I start to say more but we’re interrupted.
Vince moves in. “Look, man.”
“No, you look, motherfucker. Pam’s my wife. Mine. I’d never lay a hand on her. I get you made an assumption, but why you thought it was a damn thing to you is beyond me.”
Vince holds his hands up. “I come in peace. I admit my reaction earlier wasn’t cool.”
Link snorts. “Out of respect for the relationship between our clubs I’m gonna let it slide this once. Stay away from my wife and we won’t have a problem.”
“Noted. Pam, you ever need anything Murder knows how to reach me.”
“You got a hearing problem?” Link leers at Vince for a beat. The two of them enter a stare off, and I brace myself for what is to come. Another fight brews between them.
“Just want her to know she’s always got a friend in me.”
“Got plenty of friends. Look around.”
Vince nods but looks to me expecting me to acknowledge him. I don’t.