Page 4 of Devil's Plaything
I make a left turn and dread fills me. This can’t be fucking happening. The gate is closed, just like ours would be. She leans over and presses the button.
“Tell Nitro I’m here,” she says, and the gate opens.
“Nitro?”
“Yeah. Don’t worry about him.”
I should turn around or let her get off and walk. Riding into Rebel Souls’ territory…hell…right up to their fucking front door…can get me killed. But what can I say? I love stirring up shit. Besides, I was practically invited.
I pull to a stop and leave the engine running, letting her climb off and give me my helmet. I use it to pull her in for a kiss. She nips at my lips, relishing in the way I devour her. Sucks that round two isn’t going to be happening.
“Cleo! Get your fucking ass in the house!”
Nitro’s voice is full of anger and burning hatred for me. I suppose he has every right to despise me. I did shoot him, after all. I don’t know what this woman is to him, but the way he’s acting, she’s more than just a friend. Did I fuck his old lady?
6
Cleo
I roll my eyes at Nitro and give my mystery man’s lips a soft lick as he squeezes my ass. Nitro grabs my arm and pulls me away, scolding me like I’m some wayward child.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asks, angrily. “Do you even know who the fuck he is?” I shrug and he pushes me toward the clubhouse. “Get inside. Now.”
The man laughs. “Oh, don’t get your panties in a wad, Nitro. I took real good care of her.”
Clearly, these two have history. It wasn’t my intention to cause trouble for Nitro, but I admit, it’s almost comical and has made for a very interesting night.
“Where’s your kutte, Widow? Snake finally got tired of your bullshit and kick you out?”
“How’s the gut?” the man replies.
Nitro visibly flinches. He was shot a while back and damn near died. Since I’m not a club member or an old lady, the details weren’t divulged to me.
“How’s yours?” Nitro sneers. “Unless you want a bullet to the head this time, I suggest you get the fuck out of here.”
The guy gives me a wink and rides off. Nitro turns to face me, his face distorted in anger.
“You brought him here? To our clubhouse? What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I didn’t realize it would be an issue. He’s just some guy I met at a bar.”
“He’s not just some guy, Cleo. He’s with the Devil’s Inferno and you brought him to our clubhouse. Jesus.”
I’ve been around the club enough times to know the Devils Inferno MC is bad news. They’re mortal enemies to the Rebel Souls, the club my cousin is in. What I don’t know is why.
“Look, I didn’t even know his name.”
“And that makes it better?” he yells. “No wonder why Uncle Dalton doesn’t know what to do with you.”
Bringing my dad into this is a low blow and he knows it. My dad did the best he could with me. I needed a mother and mine was taken from me. Her life insurance has sustained me for my entire life but I needed her. Nothing he did could change that and eventually he gave up. Let me do whatever I wanted to. That didn’t help me either.
“I’m a grown ass woman, Nitro. I don’t need anyone taking care of me, certainly not you or the Rebels. Give me a few minutes and I’ll call a cab. Just let me know when I can get my car back and how much I owe you.”
He sighs, his tone softening. “You’re here now. Least you can do is grab a beer and tell me what’s going on. Skip the part where you banged the man who shot me.”
“Damn, that’s the best part.” I grin, getting us a couple of beers from the fridge.
Nitro is not in the mood for my shenanigans. I do tell him what happened and since he’s more like my big brother than my cousin, he tells me to forget about Shawn and stay away from Zeke “the Widow Maker” Ford. I hate being told what to do.