He threw me an acknowledging chin lift, but his eyes followed a few of the girls who walked out behind me. They giggled and whispered to each other, offering him flirting glances and eyeing me strangely as I walked up to talk to him.
There was another reason I hated the idea of having a tail for the week. I didn’t like the attention that it brought. I knew some students already had a fair idea of where I lived and what I did. It wasn’t as though I tried to hide it. Boys had asked me out before. Turning them down was a lot easier when I explained who would come after them if I said yes.
I wasn’t ashamed of the life I led. Not at all. Girls went to college and spent their years sleeping around and hooking up with guys all the time. They went to parties every weekend and went home with a new piece of ass. A lot of the time, it was normal—just another part of college life.
I, on the other hand, had a clubhouse full of men. Yes, I slept with them, and yes, I partied a lot. But those men protected me. They supported me, and not only with money. And, for the most part, they cared about my well-being. How many college girls could say they have a group of people who were willing to have someone follow you night and day just to make sure that you were safe?
I didn’t give a rat’s ass what they thought of me. They weren’t my friends, and their opinions of me held no significance. They could all take their dirty looks and snide whispers and shove them where the sun don’t shine.
The clubhouse was reasonably empty when we got back. Caleb took off to catch up on the stuff he should’ve been doing while he was waiting at school for Chelsea and me. Even though Optimus had put orders on him to be with us, that didn’t mean he could slack on his other shit.
Ah, the life of a prospect.
Most of the men had gone out. Caleb informed us that Optimus wanted to show Kit and his boys some of the businesses they had running. One was in Huntsville, about a half an hour away, close to where we went to school. It was a huge nightclub. The club had opened it only six months ago, and things were booming. It was popular, and the club paid good money for well-known DJs to come in and do their stuff.
The club also owned a couple of other places around town—bars, a diner, and X-Rated. They preferred to be silent owners, though, hiring people they trusted to manage the sites and do the work. A lot of people in the town of Athens, where the club was based, didn’t like the brothers. They thought they were thugs, gang members who rode motorcycles. In Huntsville, they were more like small-time celebrities.
I couldn’t say much about the inner workings of the club. That was all kept for members only and never discussed with club girls. We didn’t exactly get pillow talk. What I did know was that a generous amount of the club’s money came from legal businesses. There were a lot of other things that went on in the background, but these guys weren’t your average criminals. They were good at what they did, and they were also good at keeping their mouths shut about it.
There was a knock on my door just as I’d sat down to relax for a bit and watch a movie. Sometimes it was hard to find downtime here. I took it when I could.
“Come in,” I called. Part of me hoped it was Kit standing on the other side of the door. Even though we hadn’t had sex, and he had barely touched me, I found I enjoyed his company. It was strange to have someone just want to sit and talk to me at a party. The men usually demanded my attention in other ways.
It was refreshing.
Target stood in the doorway with a cocky smile. “Hey, Harmony.”
I bit back the urge to tell him to go find someone else to spread their legs. But since his little performance the other day, we hadn’t had any problems.
“Hey.”
He walked in and closed the door behind him. “I just wanted to say sorry about shit.” He walked right up and stood next to the bed where I was sitting. I didn’t have a lot of faith in his words, so I stayed seated in the middle of my bed, watching him cautiously. “Come here.”
I paused for a moment before following his instructions and moving to the edge of the bed. He placed a hand on my shoulder, effectively stopping me from standing, and it was then I realized he wasn’t here to say sorry. He just had an itch, and he was going to make me scratch it, even though he knew I still wanted nothing to do with him. Looking up into his eyes, I saw something there that I didn’t like. It was almost as though he was trying to cover a sneer with a polite smile. It sent shivers through my body. The kind you get when you watch a scary movie and you know something bad is about to happen.
He released my shoulders, and my eyes followed as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock into his hand. It was already hard. He tugged on it a few times before wrapping his hand around my hair and gripping tightly.
“Suck on it like a good little girl.”
It wasn’t very often during my time at the clubhouse that I had felt apprehensive about being sexual with any of the brothers. Target was the only one of the men who made me feel like I was doing something wrong. I didn’t want to touch him, but I also didn’t want to piss him off. The grip he had on my hair was painful. It burned and made my eyes start to water.
I never heard the door click open, but what I couldn’t miss was the voice that boomed loudly in my small room.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing?”
Chapter Nine
KIT
“Get your fucking hands off her,” I growled, my body shaking with anger.
Target released his grip on Harmony’s hair, and she scooted across the bed to the other side. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears, but like the trooper she was, she gallantly glared across the room.
“Hey, Brother,” Target said casually, slipping his pathetic cock back in his pants and holding his hands in the air. “I just came to apologize to Harmony about some shit that happened the other day, and she wanted to show me how sorry she was. I couldn’t help it, man. I was trying to hold her off.”
“You bastard,” Harmony yelled as she picked up a heavy textbook off the bed and threw it at him. The girl’s aim was fucking perfect, and I had to hide a smirk as the book hit him in the side of the head, throwing him off balance. His fists clenched as he righted himself and pointed across at her with his finger.
“You better watch yourself, bitch.”
“Enough,” I boomed. “Outside, fucker.”
I saw his wary gaze as he turned to me. “This shit was all her, man.”
I saw the rage and determination on Harmony’s face as she moved around the bed toward him. I gripped her around the waist as she tried to shuffle past me and held onto her tight while she kicked and yelled abuse at the slimy little bastard.
“The fuck is going on here?” Optimus said, moving into the small doorway with a deep scowl on his face.
“Your boy there just earned himself an ass-beating for touching something that belongs to me,” I explained calmly, still trying to hold a struggling Harmony.
“Prez…” Target started, but Optimus shut him down quickly.
“Shut your mouth, Target,” he snapped. “Harmony, calm your ass down!”
Harmony glared at Optimus but stopped fighting in my arms. I turned her toward me and cupped her face in my hand. A few stray tears trickled down her cheek.