“Get out of my face and shut your mouth before I do it for you,” I growled through the hot rage that boiled in my gut and threatened to burn over my tongue like dragon’s breath.
I was nearly out of control with fury, but some lingering, respectable part of me wanted to give her fair warning before I went crazy on her.
“Maybe we should trade notes,” she continued, brazenly reaching out to run her hand down my arm. “Between the two of us, we can see he’s getting the best education money can buy. Although, I bet if we asked him, he’d tell you that he prefers my womanly curves to your little girl tits, that he loves how good I take his cock in all my holes.”
There was an audible snap as my control collapsed under the weight of her insult and my insides fell into the inferno at the pit of my gut. My stomach flamed, my throat throbbed and I could feel the fire licking at my lips, waiting to turn Paula into ash.
Before, I could understand what I was doing, I’d shoved her against the wall with my forearm across her throat. When she screeched and reached out to scratch me with her fake talons, I maneuvered so that my shoulder pinned one arm and my free hand the other. I leaned into her delicate neck, felt the throb of her pulse against my blazing skin. It made dark notes of laughter coil in my belly, so I indulged in a manic giggle before I leaned into her face like she had done with me.
“I don’t know you and I haven’t done anything to you, so I’m unsure if you just took an instant dislike to me or if you’re an honest to goodness crazy bitch by nature. Really, I don’t care. What I do care about is you gloating over fact that you slept with my man right in my face. You want to talk about teaching? Because I’m happy to teach you about some respect.”
She snorted and rasped out, “Full of shit.”
“Yeah?” I asked, reeling back dramatically before lunging at her face with snapping teeth. My blood was singing with power, my mind giddy with violence. I wanted to push against her throat until she was blue in the face and dare her to go after my King. The very thought of her hands on him turned me into the cruelest sadist. “Would you say that stuff you just did to King’s face? Because if you did, it would be his arm across your throat and he isn’t about violence. I’m his old lady, not you, so if I have to use my fists to remind you of that, I don’t see him caring all that much.”
“She’s fuckin’ right.”
King’s voice behind me widened my lens and suddenly I was aware of the huge crowd we’d drawn. A few men were softly chanting fight, fight, fight while the rest were silent but emitted excitement like radio waves.
Instantly, my arm relaxed against Paula’s thin neck as I felt King literally at my back. Unfortunately, Paula took advantage by shoving me, and then while I was staggering backwards, she jumped on me.
I fell back like a bowling pin, my head crashing against the floor in a way that had me seeing stars. Paula screamed as she landed an open palm slap against my left cheek.
The next second, she was pulled off me, screeching and kicking like a banshee. I lifted myself onto my elbows to watch as Mute and Lab Rat dragged her out of the clubhouse. Then I dropped my head back to stare up at King, who was glaring down at me, practically vibrating with anger.
“I think I just earned a biker babe badge of honor or something,” I told him with a big smile as the adrenaline tangoed with the alcohol coursing through my blood and turned my body into a song. “Do girls get patches too?”
“No, babe, they don’t,” Hannah said over King’s shoulder where she stood with at least a dozen other people. “But I’ll see about getting one done for you at the shop, okay?”
“I think that would be good,” I nodded somberly. “We could be like the Pink Ladies but a lot cooler. And our jackets should be black!”
There was a low murmur of laughter that ended when King let out a growl and ducked down to scoop me in his arms. Happy to be there, I wound my hands around his neck and called over his shoulder to Zeus, who was lingering by the bar and laughing at me, “Make sure that bitch doesn’t get near me again or Imma put her in the ground!”
This time no one tried to hide their laughter.
“You’ve been watching way too many episodes of Sons Of Anarchy,” Tayline told me as we moved past her and down the hall to the brother’s apartments at the back of the clubhouse.