“Depends on your definition of wild.” He arched a brow as he leaned forward, shoving his elbows on the peanut-strewn bar. As his gaze drifted over Cruz and Sin, I saw him take note of the stock in the bar, and had to shake my head at the sight.
The bastard seriously never stopped working.
Because concern wasn’t a one-way street, I questioned, “You going to fuck off and get fucked? I don’t know about you, but Cammie wants to suck my cock, don’t you, darlin’?” I hollered the last part so my bitch of choice knew to get her fine ass over here. With a flick of her long blonde hair, she leaped up off the sofa where she’d been chilling with a couple of the other whores, her tits jiggling as she did so.
Eying her, Rex snorted. “Since when did you mind having an audience?”
As the sweetbutt sauntered over to me, swinging her hips for all she was worth, I muttered, “Everyone knows Cammie is shy and timid.” Rex and I stared at one another before bursting out laughing, because describing Cammie as shy and timid was like saying a fourteen-year-old virgin boy didn’t have wet dreams… but for all her sins, she was, for all intents and purposes, mine. I hadn’t claimed her, never would, but every brother in the MC knew I didn’t share my spoils. It was just how I worked, and because no one wanted to get on my bad side, they steered clear of the sweetbutt.
I was well aware Cammie thought that gave her Old Lady privileges, and used it to one-up the rest of the whores, but I didn’t really give a fuck. Not enough to change shit. She wasn’t my woman, never would be, and if it made her feel better for her to think she was more than just a trio of holes, then I wasn’t enough of a dick to make her feel shitty about herself.
See, that was me. Being a good person.
Wasn’t I just a fucking angel?
Even though she was off limits, even from him, it didn’t stop Rex from appreciating the view, and it was definitely a good one. She had the face of a saint and the body of a sinner—exactly how I liked my bitches, and Rex, entertained by the show she put on, grinned at me before he slapped me on the back and strode over to some other brother he needed to pester—dude was worse than a mother hen—and I let Cammie come to me. She milked the moment, but with a pussy as tight as hers and tits that bounced with every thrust? I’d let her get away with it.
Leaning back against the top of the bar, I didn’t care that it was wet from spilled beer and tequila, didn’t give a shit that there were peanut shells on there either. Honestly, I was already way past my own personal limit of alcohol.
I never drank.
Only on nights like tonight.
Nights where I celebrated.
It was why they called me Nyx. I was a creature of the night, of the dark, and these moments, in the aftermath, were when I could let myself loose. When the demon inside me had been sated, I could take a few hours to enjoy the peace.
I knew for a fact Cammie had been avoiding me all evening. Knew it because my rep preceded me. It was why she’d stayed over with the others before I called her over, why now, she was nuzzling into me, cuddling me… she was trying to temper me.
Yeah, because that worked. When affection came from a bitch I didn’t really give a fuck about, from a woman who saw me as her bread and butter, it didn’t really mean anything, did it?
The night after a kill, the night after I made an evil cunt beg at my feet, I was pretty much a beast, which was why Rex had looked at me all concerned.
He knew what I was like.
He’d been checking on the sweetbutt’s behalf, making sure I wasn’t a danger to anyone. He’d meant it when he said he’d been checking that I wasn’t rabid.
I didn’t know if he’d ever be able to tell if I had turned. He knew me well, probably more than most, but that didn’t mean he knew everything. A part of me was rabid, I just hid it deep. That was what happened to a man’s soul after what had happened to me and my sister happened, and after so many kills. Something like that changed you, made you see the darkness in people that others never noticed. Made it harder to trust and more difficult to have faith.
With Cammie trying to hug me, the desire to push her away reached a peak as my throat grew thick with thoughts of Carly, thoughts about how fucked up I was and how much I’d enjoyed making Haune suffer, and for a second, I didn’t just mourn my sister, I mourned the loss of me. The promise that had been in me, in my future, all gone because of one person.
My personal demon began to stir once more, and because I couldn’t deal with it, not so soon after a kill, I reached back to grab the bottle from Sin’s hand, needing to drown out the ever present rage with the numbness only alcohol could diminish. Not even coke or dope took it away, and I’d tried, several times, but only tequila did it. Only that gave me any rest when the monster was on edge.
Sin grumbled at losing his bottle, but he knew to back the fuck off. Not just because I was the club’s Enforcer, but because of why we were celebrating.
Our run had just netted us a cool three million bucks, but what we were truly partying over was Haune’s death.
Sin flipped me the bird before he cracked the lid on a new bottle, and as I poured some of the burning liquid into my mouth, Cammie shimmied against me. She’d been all confidence as she’d strutted over to me, but in her eyes, I saw her caution. She knew she was playing with fire tonight, but although she was feeling wary, she wouldn’t say shit. She’d do whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever. Another reason I liked her.
I looked deep into her eyes, then demanded, “Open your mouth.”
She obeyed. Instantly. Everyone knew to obey me. From the whores to the brothers, even most of the council did as I asked because they knew, where business was concerned, my brain was screwed on right—most of the time anyway. I was good at hiding the real me, to the point where I’d reached a position of power when I should probably be locked up in some asylum or something.
With her mouth wide open, I poured more tequila into mine then leaned over and trickled the alcohol between her lips. They were painted a ruby red, and as liquid splashed onto them, they gleamed. In a weird way, it reminded me of Carly’s favorite Disney movie—Snow White. The poison apple looked less shiny than Cammie’s lips though, lips that were about to be around my dick.
As she swallowed my offering, I challenged, “You been avoiding me, Cam?”
Her eyes flared wide, and she instantly shook her head, fear slithering into her bright green gaze, and I reached up, enjoying her fear and knowing I was sick because of it.
I wasn’t a monster, but I was a predator, and Cammie knew she was my prey. I wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t dream of it, but she didn’t have to know that, did she?
Aside from Maverick, who’d served overseas, I had the most kills, and I wore the proof of that on my spine. That gave me an edge that all the sweetbutts knew to be wary of.
Reaching up, I tapped her chin. “You lying to me, Cammie?”
A hand slammed onto my shoulder. “Don’t fuck with her, Nyx.”
I cast Steel a look, but smirked when he rolled his eyes at me. Apparently, he wasn’t up for dealing with my shit tonight.
“Cammie likes it, don’t you, babe?”
“Y-Yes, N-Nyx,” she stuttered, making me scowl.
“Well, that sounded convincing,” Steel commented dryly.