Page 57 of Queen Of Clubs
Griffin gets up, walking halfway across the living room before the door bursts open, and in stumbles Zane.
“What the fuck happened to you?” Griffin rushes over to Zane. Everett and I are off the couch and over to them in a second.
“Oh my God,” I gasp, my hand going to my mouth as my eyes widen when I see the way his eye is swelling and his lip is bloody.
“Just got into a fight with my big brother. Nothing to worry about,” he scoffs, walking over to the couch.
“Nothing to worry about?” Gianna steps into the hotel room, and I’m instantly on edge. “You just got your ass kicked by the owner of the record label.”
“Co-owner,” Zane mutters. “And he didn’t kick my ass,” he sneers at her. “It was an evenly-matched fight.”
“Why would you do that?” I ask in a frustrated huff. “I told you to leave it alone.”
“You're fucking kidding me, right?” Zane growls, jumping to his feet. “He fucked you! I’m not going to just pretend he didn’t touch what's mine.”
I glare at him. “I told you, it was for work. I didn’t know who he was to you.”
“No.” He lets out a humorless laugh. “But he knew who you were.”
My face drops. “What?”
“Oh, yeah. Calvin knew exactly who you were and the fact that I was looking for you for years. And he still fucked you and kept going back.”
A hint of betrayal fills me. Why would he do that to me? Why would he do that to his brother? Why sleep with the girl he knew Zane wanted?
“Still.” I swallow hard. “You can’t go around beating up everyone I’ve slept with.”
“Like hell, I can’t,” Zane snarls. “Who else? How many more? I’ll find them all.”
“Well... there’s no one else. But that's not the point. You can’t act like this. Just because you say I’m yours doesn’t make it so.”
Zane’s face drops, and I realize what I’ve admitted to. “He’s the only guy you’ve slept with?”
My eyes flick around the room as I shift from foot to foot, nerves filling me. My eyes stop on Gianna and my lip almost peels back in a snarl. She doesn’t need to be hearing my personal details. “Can we not talk about this right now?” I ask him.
“He was your first?” Zane asks in a very low, dangerous tone that has me very worried.
“Zane. Stop,” Everett warns.
“I’m going to kill him,” Zane snarls, ready to storm back out of here, but the guys stop him.
“No!” Gianna steps forward. “You are done with this for the night. Get some sleep. You have a show tomorrow, and thousands of fans are relying on you to be there.” She turns to look at me. “Why are you here? If you're only going to cause issues and distract them, then I think it’s best you leave.”
The guys go to say something, but I can stick up for myself. “I’m here because they want me here,” I tell her, crossing my arms. “Therefore, unless they want me gone, I’m staying.” I look over at the guys. “Do you want me to go?”
“Fuck no,” Griffin curses.
“No way,” Everett answers next.
“If you try to fucking leave, I’ll track your ass down and drag you back here,” Zane growls, and I can’t help the shiver that runs through me.
“There you go. I’m staying. Because, like they said, you work for them. I don’t know you, and I’m not some omega you can push around. If anything, I think you might want to watch how you talk to not only me but them.” I step up to her.
“You are their manager. Managers can be replaced. But me?” I give her a smug as fuck smile. “I’m their best friend. The girl they grew up with. The girl they spent years looking for. Their omega. There's no replacing me.”
Gianna’s eyes shine with hatred, and I may have just made things worse for myself, but I’m not going to roll over and let her talk to me like I’m the trash that needs to be taken out.
Her nostrils flare, and she looks over at the guys. “I thought you guys were better than this.” She shakes her head. “I thought we were friends.”